Have you found yourself stuck?
This is me right now. I have plenty to do. A long to-do list. I long list of things I need to put on my to-do list. And a headache. Messy house (again). People to call. Emails to send. Children to take care of.
And I have two hours. Surely something should get done. Surely one thing on my list.
Everything on the list looks so big. Too big to start on it. Which to do first? Where do I start?
Do you find yourself here?
Here I am again. Stuck. No energy. Not enough time. Not sure what project to do first. Stuck.
The last few days I have been going, going, going. From sun up to sound down. Doing good things. Unpacking from the family vacation, babysitting, cooking, baking bread, doing laundry. Keeping this place running. Doing good things. Three days of just that. Did I take time with God, yes, but I can’t focus. Too much on my mind. Too many people around. Kids fighting as I read my Bible. Toddler tunes replaying in my head as I try to sleep at night. Another snack break I need to serve, as I try to balance the checking accounts. Did I mention a headache?
Oh, and a electric keyboard with preset tunes playing in the back ground?
Guess what? I feel lousy. I feel lazy. I feel sick. And guess what? I am the only one to blame.
I run around trying to please others. I run around trying to clean this place up. I run around trying to be on the ball and prepared for everything. I run around trying to keep my girls happy. I run around doing things for my hubby. I run around all day pleasing my family.
In the end. Here I am. Am I able to help anyone? Am I able to be nice to anyone? Am I further ahead? No, No, and No.
God tells me again; just like He told me last week. Take care of yourself, Trudie. I need you to take care of yourself; so that you have strength to take care of your family.
It seemed right to me, to keep going and going. It seemed like the right thing to do. It seemed like the Godly thing to do.
But in the end it was not. It ends in the ‘death’ of me. It ends in the ‘death’ of my energy. The ‘death’ of my health. And ultimately brings destruction to my family. When I am down; I can’t do my job.
So, I’m off to take care of myself. Get a big drink. Smile a little at my girls. Get something healthy to eat. Maybe I could sneak a minute with my eyes shut. Hide the crazy electric piano!!!!!! 🙂 I feel better already.
What do you do to take care or yourself? How do you revive and rejuvenate yourself? What do you do to protect the precious body God gave you?