Faith and I were exploring the campground. Faith is ten. We wandered over to the bathrooms, which were a five-minute walk from our primitive campsite. I propped the heavy door open with my foot, and in the darkness I struggled to turn on the light. I pushed the switch; I pulled it; I pressed it up and pressed it down.
Then Faith reached up underneath my arm, and turned the switch. As she turned away toward the sinks, she laughingly said, “You work too hard at it, Mommy. It’s funny.”
It hit me. Like a ton of bricks.
She is so right. I work too hard. At a lot of things. Always trying to get it right. A bit like a ringmaster in a three-ring circus, jaunting from ring to ring, making sure all the acts are perfect, every performer happy and feeling listened to… All this while envisioning electrifying new acts, novel adventures, what can be.
What did I learn from my Faith? A better question is: of what did Faith remind me?
One word – REST. That word has been echoing from my chest for several weeks, trying to get my attention. Close friends have verbally highlighted that word for me as we have prayed or talked. And God has steadily and insistently told me to REST.
Anytime you pioneer with your business or ministry, you face daunting tests. Obstacles bigger than your abilities. That is what we have been working through…
My goal now? To say, “That is what we have been RESTing through…”
What about you? Advice for the rest of us? What is the one thing that helps you to REST when life gets frantic?