Rest

Ever since school started I feel like I'm in a whirlwind. We have been really busy, but I'm not sure with what.

Maybe it's because I'm having to "retrain" myself to the schedule of typing and teaching. Maybe it's because I had two trips out-of-town last week. Maybe it's because Brad started seminary and I see and feel his busyness. Maybe it's because we've ripped up our carpet and tomorrow will be attempting to put our new floor down. Maybe it's because we're leaving on our annual camping trip with my family Friday and I have to get everything ready.

Add going to church three times and a meeting at the school and all of this together makes me want to crawl in bed and stay a while. Don't get me wrong, none of this stuff is bad, but for some reason I'm just not feeling on-top-of-things like I normally do. Maybe this week I'll feel better.

Thursday night I was going to the school to meet Gogurt's teacher and learn all about 3rd grade. I had taught preschool that day and so I had been typing ever since I got home, trying to get done before I had to leave for the school. Poptart was in the room with me, and she found an old CD. She asked me several times to listen to that CD. Annoyed, I promised her that if she would just be quiet for a few more minutes, Momma would be done and would put in the CD.

I finished up and stuck in the CD. It was a CD from a Vacation Bible School a few years ago. The CD began, and I was barely listening. It was the end of a long week, and I really didn't want to be going anywhere. I wanted a long, hot bath in solitude. But Brad had offered to stay home with the kids so I could go to the school. He also told me that after I left the school I should go by McDonald's and get me a hot fudge sundae. Okay. I'll go. Hot fudge sundaes motivate me.

I was walking out of my bedroom when I heard these words being sung,
"I will rush to rest at your feet Lord Jesus,"

Stop. Turn around. Scoop up Poptart. Dance. Cry.

I needed rest, but it didn't need to come in the form of camping trips, hot baths, or hot fudge sundaes. I needed the purest rest. The kind that comes at our Lord's feet. Rest in the truest sense possible.

I hate to admit it, but in my busyness I oftentimes push out those sweet times with Jesus. And I am thankful that he can use anyone and anything to gently pull me back into his presence.

I only had a few moments, but those few moments did me a world of good. Somehow I felt better, about everything. And it's a good thing I did.

Because the ice cream machine was broken.