I swear you all...I'm not complaining...I'm just
So here goes.
Julie and James
Sitting at my desk today messing around on facebook to relieve my brain of any active use – two weeks behind on my study and realizing that it’s all quite a blur, I discovered that James is getting under my skin…has been under my skin for awhile now.
I feel confused by my choices. I want so badly to do right by all, yet I feel I’m half assing much. My heart is in the right place but my actions show disarray and confusion. I remember watching Judge Judy once and there was a woman, a mom, who was in court for one reason or another, but all I remember is that Judge Judy had a picture of the woman’s dirty stove top and Judy kept saying the woman must have no self respect, that she was a slob. She demanded the woman admit she was a slob. Judge Judy would hate me! I looked at my stove top this morning and it is much worse than the defendant’s. I’ve failed yet again.
My house is dirty, my kids must forage for their own food, and my dog’s face is set on pi.ti.ful.
The daily choices I have made seemed to be wise ones. I attend my womens group to foster friendships and study my bible, I fund raise with my team to find a cure for cancer, I work out for my health, I shuttle kids to and from activity to activity so they will grow up well rounded and socialized, I take that pitiful dog for at least short walks so she doesn’t go insane, I help others find their strengths and highlight their physical abilities so they can lead better lives. It all feels right at its base, but it’s too much. It’s too much and it’s half assed and I don’t think that is what James (or Judge Judy) wants it to look like. The heart is there but the details must be checked.
I have 24 hours in my day and I go back and forth struggling between wanting to do it all and to help everyone and using up every single hour -VS- the thought that there has got to be a better way….a way where I don’t turn to my ipad or iphone or “i” anything to relieve the pressure, but to a place where there is free time to be…to just be…and to be available to others.
I think it MUST start by falling to my knees. I was reading in The Message that according to tradition, James’ nickname was “Old Camel Knees” because of thick calluses built up on his knees from many years of determined prayer…and prayer is always foundational to Wisdom, it says. Therefore, down to my knees I will fall each day, each hour, each second as needed until I figure this out.
Ok, people, enough of me always talking about how busy life seems these days. Consider me working on it.
oh...and come back tomorrow when I'll let you know how the Biggest Loser Party goes tonight and whether or not my team won :D