In my concentrated effort to sweat everyday, I am practicing some positive self-talk: “Thank you, Lord, that we live in Texas-the-sauna state!” I hope you can see how happy I am about it.😉
My eyes are tired and my head is heavy, but my heart is passionate, this morning. I stayed up way past my bedtime last night thinking about our homeschool journey as we embark on another year.
It’s so simple. It wasn’t simple 20-15 even 10 years ago, but looking back now, I see how simple it really is; if I could go back and do it all over again, I would sweat the small stuff even less. Lord knows this Type-A/perfectionist tried…. but I failed so many times because I’d fixate on the details. I’d hand it over to Jesus – but, eventually all those minor details became mountains, again. I SO WISH I had all that mental energy back for these present days which carry so much weight. These are certainly not “more important” days, just different. The decisions your teen/young adult makes will result in heavier consequences than when your son slapped your daughter upside the head because. . . well, just because.
You know that quote about “not sweating the small stuff because it’s ALL small stuff” ??? Well, come to find out, it’s true. There’s so much you’re stressing over that doesn’t matter. Seriously. Just stop.
About twice a day, I glance – actually it’s wince – at the chaotic mess in our car. Just this morning, as I’m taking off the first layer, I always always always think: “Oh, God help us if Papa – Joe Woods – ever saw this car!”
First and foremost, we live on a farm. The dirt. It’s so much that it makes this recovering clean-freak-perfectionist want to hyperventilate. Then, since we live a hundred miles from civilization, our car is also the food pantry. It’s also the book locker, the filing cabinet, the garage, the storage room, the farm truck, the church car, the college car, the chicken tractor mover, the veggie/produce hauler, and the bread delivery wagon. It holds counseling sessions, business planning meetings, and heated discussions over just about everything one could imagine. ~ *~ But you know what I see in the midst of the mess? I see my kids’ Bibles. I see scattered pieces of paper with scripture. I see small gifts from encouraging friends.I see encouraging notes/letters from friends and family which have been read over and over and over on the long haul to the city. I see pictures (yes, your Christmas cards get poked in crevices until they make into the house – usually we grab the mail on the way OUT, so we think about you, talk about you as we are all held captive for 30+ minutes!)
I don’t know about you, but God truly IS blessing my mess.
Even when I don’t see it. Even when I stress about it.
He has stopped me in my tracks this morning to show me this very thing.
As I study a Christmas card we got from our friends in Wisconsin, I’m reminded of God’s GREAT faithfulness and love for my precious family, this morning. Every.single.place. we were “stationed” during our traveling years, God provided a friend, a family, a home, a church, a park, a swing set, ….love. Friends, WHATEVER it is you’re going through, whatever the struggle – the THING that just.won’t.end – that defeated flaming dagger that satan is hurling at you ….please, with all my heart, I exhort you to keep the faith. Walk and do not grow weary. Keep your heart and your thoughts focused on the only One who is faithful. The only One who will never leave you. The One who is a best friend for those who call him Lord. Press on. He is molding you into His likeness and that, my friend, humans can’t put into words.