I am not very good about taking my own advice on being still. Yesterday, an extremely busy day, I had to set a timer and force myself to SIT DOWN to drink a cup of hot tea. I allowed myself just those minutes to not do anything. Rocky brought me a Lego block set he received for his birthday and asked my assistance. So, my few minutes turned into about 30 minutes of creating lego structures. I had never done one myself before! Imagine that! I enjoyed myself as Rocky's interests turned to something else within minutes of my starting the creation. I only had three little pieces left to finish my masterpiece when Nobby discovered my attention was not riveted to her. This brought my work to a fast halt.
Today I had an abrupt halt of another kind. We were late to mass, again. We had to take two separate cars because I had to get Tigger there early to prepare for altar serving. Rocky was holding everyone back, so while I brought the older children, dh came later with the younger ones. I dropped Tigger, Bronky and Dibs off at the door as it was raining. I found a relatively close parking space and made a dash for the door. I was one foot within the cover of the awning when suddenly my ankle buckled underneath me and I took a dive worthy of the term "wipe out". There I lay, flat out crippled in the pouring rain. Two very nice ushers came to my assistance helping me to my feet as I was unable to stand on my own. I might have been embarrassed had I not been in so much pain. I'm all right now, but the whole experience made me take notice. Is God trying to tell me something?
I'm sure the most obvious thing he is telling me is, "Carol, don't run in the rain in dressy flats." But there seems to me to be a subtler message behind this which has to do with haulting the very busy-ness of my life. I've made some changes with the curriculum and the computers to make life easier but the change is needing to come from within my person before it can be reflected in simplicity of my school and family life. So, as I rest my swollen ankle I must "Be still".
4 comments:
Eliz. Foss wrote a lot on Being Still when she was on bedrest!
I hope your ankle is okay. Did you have to sit through Mass soaking wet with your pride in tatters?
Hugs.
P.S. Want some company after lunch?
Yes, Come over! That would be great! The ankle really isn't that bad. An ice pack - I'm still able to get around o.k.
Ugh. I'm so sorry. How's the ankle?
Oh, the more I read your blog, the more I see similarities in our personalities, only you're a whole lot wiser and better at humbling yourself and allowing God to work in your life. I still have a long way to go!
Being still has never been easy for me. I take multitasking to new heights, and that's not always a good thing.
And I wonder why my preschooler constantly has to be moving or tackling some task!!!
Thanks Kate for your kind words. You are so sweet!
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