Monday, August 24, 2009


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.


Anonymous said...

This comment is to my really great daughter-in-law and to all those mother-in-laws that don't seem to have the ideal relationship with theirs. I got up this morning really in a funk from lack of sleep and mostly feeling sorry for myself and I logged on to read Amy's blog hoping and praying there would be some words of wisdom and encouragement and sure enough there it was and I too had been to busy to see the small things God does for us just to keep us on track like the fact that she is always there for my grandchildren not to mention my son whom I spoiled rotten as a child and now she must put up with him and me and that sometimes is a burden you would not wish on your worse emeny much less someone you love more than my own daughter (another story)so that being said this is for you Amy because I probably have never said it out loud I love you for so many reasons but most of all for being the christain mother & wife that you are and for letting me into your life just because you love my son and to all you mother-in -laws out there look deep and you'll find something to love about yours too, and thanks for reminding this old gal to look for Gods small blessing because they are always there we just fail to see them.
I love you Amy, Nana

Jennifer said...

Great post, Amy! What VBS was that from? The music all becomes a blur, you know!

Amy-Brad said...


Wow, talking about making a girl cry. I love you too. And neither you nor your son has ever been a "burden" to me!


The song was from "Rickshaw Rally-Racing to the Son." I'll let you figure out what year it was!

Thanks for your comments!