Overcoming Overwhelmed

O-ver-whelm-ed. It’s a four alarm, four syllable fire.

This is one of those times in life when wall after wall of tasks rise like  foes on a conveyor belt at a carnival. Each one flips over the horizon and glides at me, and I, with my pop gun, aim and fire.  As soon as one row is knocked down, the next has already passed- past the deadline, past the time to be on time. Time, and task, and fretting that it won’t all get done, fretting that I’ll have to hang my head in shame for my lapse. And it’s not a far jump from “I lapsed” to “I am a lapse”. Shame is a hard rock to roll back up, once the stop has been pulled.

What’s a girl to do when the sun comes up already doomed to provide too few hours for the day’s ledger? Today I walk, like Forrest ran…just because I must.

The Spirit leans down and whispers in my ear, quoting his beloved Mr Lewis,  “We all want progress. But progress means getting nearer to the place where you want to be. And if you have taken a wrong turning, then to go forward does not get you any nearer. If you are on the wrong road, progress means doing an about-turn and walking back to the right road; and in that case the man who turns back soonest is the most progressive man.” –Mere Christianity

Where have I departed the road? Run back, run back.

Back to simplicity. Back to “purity of heart is to will one thing”. Back to eyes fixed high on a face unseen, ears tuned to His calling. Back to stillness of heart, quiet confidence. “You will keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on You, because he trusts in You.”  Isaiah 26:3

Back to remembering that my life is a breath, and a vapor. I’ll be here and gone, and there’s a sun high in the sky and birds on the wing, and I’ve got food to eat, and prayers to pray, and thanks to give, and only the right measure of His work to be done. One omer of work a day, or else it rots. Can’t take two days worth in one. His measure is enough. Trust for the next and lay your bucket down to rest.

Sometimes the command to “lay it down” doesn’t mean as a sacrifice, it means as a rest. Sabbath doesn’t come only on the seventh, but every day in the Spirit that’s on offer.

We who are heirs to eternity should not live as paupers to time.

My Father, into Your hands I commit my time and my life, my sighings and my rest, my hope, my fears, my failings, my not-enoughs, and my need. I resist the temptation to run from You and into frantic striving- I will run instead, right straight into Your capable arms, where all Life flows. Help me bow my knees when they want to buckle. Help me raise my hands when all they want to do is fidget. Jesus, Jesus. Even Your name brings rest, and help, and calm. I thank You, my kind and patient Friend, for your immense love that is wider than the sea, and deeper than the lowest pit. I offer You my praise, because You are the One who is worthy. 

4 thoughts on “Overcoming Overwhelmed”

  1. It is so very good to connect with you! I appreciate what you are doing and sharing. May our Lord continue to guide you and hold you in His hands as you lead others!

    Love, Ann Lott

    1. Ann Lott Ann Lott Ann Lott!!!! My word, what a blessing to see your name pop up here! Oh my! (For any of you browsing the comments, Mrs Ann Lott just happens to be my 2nd and 3rd grade teacher and certainly one of the most special. After 25 years, I can still recall every detail of her face…she is that kind of special) Mrs Lott, thank you for your words here, and for all the ones you gave before that formed me and made me and helped me. Thank you (eternally) for your patience and love. And thank you for finding me here, yet again! That means so much. Bless you!

  2. You have opened your soul and deposited it at the foot of the One Who Knows you, the One Who Provides…..and we get to receive blessing after blessing as we glean from your morsels and nuggets. Thank you, dear young woman, for allowing your vessel to be a wide-mouth mason jar! That’s the only jar I know large enough for others to dip their hands in, along with your own ….. just as you meant for it to. I am greedily reading your blogs and eagerly awaiting your next. <3

    1. God bless, you Beth McCracken! You are a blessing! What a great image (right now, there stands an 18″ mason jar terrarium within arm’s reach of me). I love it. Thanks for your gentle and kind words. They’re always. always. timely and full of power.

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