My mind wakes up earlier than my body this morning. My eyes flutter to sunlight just beginning to creep in through the curtains, but my body and soul feel like surely the moon must still be rising. I ignore the sun. I roll out of bed late and the children wake up early. It’s only 7:00 and I can already tell, this day will be a long one.
And whatever happened to yesterday? No, I didn’t get to the garden this morning, and I seem to be a bit of a tornado of anger and frustration. Yes, the hubby does need our one car when friends invite us to go out, and yes, I am behind on the laundry (desperately) and how did all those texts and voicemails and emails get away from me? The kids are whiney and the littlest one falls hard on the back of her head (again) on the hot pavement and I am the one sick to my stomach over it, worried and wondering if she’ll still have brain cells by the time she’s 3. Computer programs don’t work and there are a certain five-year-old’s tears that last waaaaaaay too long.
It’s 10:30 a.m. and could someone just get this day over with, please? But really all I want is just to be left alone for a bit. No one needing anything of me or wanting me or calling for me. I just want to be saved . . . to escape.
Yes, you can walk in the garden for bouts of time, but there are days when only one thing can still. Fill.
Sometimes you need more than just to enjoy His presence. Sometimes you need to hear His voice.
“You are my witnesses,” declares the Lord,
And my Servant whom I have chosen,
So that you may know and believe Me
and understand that I am He….
I, even I am the Lord,
And there is no savior besides Me.
Isaiah 43: 10a, 11
So, I get a load of laundry going.
The rest can wait.
Because I need to be nourished and I need to believe that He can begin this day and heart anew at 3 p.m.
Do not call to mind the former things,
Or ponder things of the past.
Behold, I will do something new,
Now it will spring forth….
Because I have given waters in the wilderness
And rivers in the desert,
To give drink to my chosen people.
The people whom I formed for Myself
Will declare My praise.
The dryer stops.
And it’s a fresh afternoon.