Dh asks me.
"When are you going to write something new on your blog?"
I shrug my shoulders, but my mind is saying,
"When can I have five minutes of quiet to think about what in the world I want to write about?"
Oh, for five minutes. I wouldn't trade my noisy house for anything in the world, but there are days I do wish I could have five minutes, together, to think in the quiet. The one thing I've realized the last few years is that if I want quiet, I have to find it. Yep, find it, not make it. In the earlier years of my motherhood, I didn't get this. I struggled to keep my sanity and prayed for the strength to endure. What am I saying? I still do that. What I'm trying to say is: I guess I've found that if I make time for quiet in the morning, things don't seem to unnerve me the same as when I don't make time for quiet. Now, there are some days when I only get 15 minutes quiet, then there are others when I find more. The amount of time depends on how much I feel like I need. No matter what, I have to have 15 minutes a day. I give the Lord my day, then sit and be quiet. Really, I try to empty my mind of anything else and just be quiet. No TV, no radio, no nothing. Just me, the Lord, and the quiet.
So, back to the finding part. Well, I find time in the morning. I know, groan, groan, but it works. I friend of mine, who has 9 children (no multiples), told me that she was up at 5 am to have some quiet time to herself! I thought, "Nope- No way am I doing that!" It was out of total desperation that I found myself trying this idea and, you know what? It worked. I wasn't being the mother I wanted to be. I looked at my life as something to be endured, not something to be treasured. This wasn't OK with me and I knew that it wasn't what God wanted my life to be either, so I got out of bed one morning, made my coffee, and sat at the dining room table, Bible open, reading quietly. Inwardly I heard a voice say, "Thanks." (Don't get hung up on this, but I do believe that the Holy Spirit speaks to us) "Thanks for what?" I replied. The next thing I heard changed me, "Thanks for making me more important than your sleep." OUCH!
Sleep is a precious thing to me, but not more precious to me than the Lord. It is in Him that I find peace for my day, and strength to get my work done. So, I'm not sure why I chose to write about this today, but if you are struggling to keep your sanity, please sacrifice some sleep for your loving Heavenly Father, he will meet you there. I really don't think he cares whether it's 15 or 45 minutes, I think he just wants to see what's more important to us.
1 comment:
Conviction. Oh my! I am running here, fat, dumb and happy and with your blog, I have been slapped down and beat up. THANK YOU!!!
I have been craving more sleep. Upset with myself for staying up late....because it is the only time I can find the quiet to do my own blogging and other computer stuff. I am behind in housework and Bible reading.
I have often told people that if you tithe your money, you should tithe your time.....what is a few minutes with the Lord? And that few minutes can be so life changing. And you are absolutely right. When you place God first, he blesses you with the ability to make it through your day with a bit more grace and ease. I felt it when I was caught up on my Bible reading.
But, alas, life got in the way and persuaded me to just skip one night so that I might play "catch-up." Am I caught up? NOPE...in fact, I'm more behind than ever.
thank you so much for your entry. I hope you know it has really ministered to me. I will try to update you on my own progress (either with a comment or through my own blog entry)
Blessings!
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