Before I began my day, Father, Jesus, and Holy Spirit
and I had a meaningful time. (Maybe it’ll turn into a blog post sometime.)
Later, I had a little “me” time after I mixed up a double batch of Butterhorn
rolls. I shopped at Peebles while the dough doubled in bulk, and found some new
tops I liked. That was fun. Then I stopped at Food Lion for a few groceries on
the way home.
I reflected on my recent decision to cut some things
out of my busy life—too busy, per my heavenly Father’s words. And He was right.
He has been at work in my heart to come aside from the hustle and bustle of “could
and should.” Besides the normal busyness of keeping the gears of my household
well-oiled, I’m also publishing a cookbook, writing a blog, interacting on
social media, attending Women’s Life every Tuesday and leading a small group with
my husband at church early Sunday mornings and have been attending three writer’s
group meetings per month. And I don’t even work outside the home, like many
women do in this high-pressure, Northern Virginia, traffic-clogged area.
Monday a week ago as I sat in my rocking chair in the
living room, with ice on my lower back, I felt the warm fellowship of the Holy Spirit
in my heart. I felt a strong desire to rest and simplify my life, and sensed
Father saying I’ve been too busy. I basked in His warmth as He gently drew me
to prioritize my life’s activities.
I decided to cut out my writer’s meetings and scheduled
writing assignments—at least for now. I felt a sense of relief and peace about
that decision. I arrived at a point of truth where I realized I no longer wrote
because I enjoyed writing, but to fulfill the expectations of others. And it
also meant more nights away from home, hurrying with dinner preparations and
eating, and then coming home to a messy kitchen I had to clean up before I
could go to bed.
I’ve since talked to some stressed-out women who would
also like to simplify their lives, but say they fear disappointing or angering
others, or would miss their friends too much, or believe if they quit, things
would fall apart for their friends. I can relate, because I used to be there,
too, but I feel sorry for the tight spot they’re in. Everything doesn’t depend
on “ME.” May they find the freedom to make a cut where necessary.
Oh, yeah, a year ago, Father also instructed me to do
a certain thing two days a week, and for a couple of months now, I’ve also cut
out two days a week on Facebook. Making the cut isn’t always easy or fun.
My mind went to a poem I wrote five years ago in 2011 on
October 27, my daughter Deb’s birthday, in fact. I leafed through my
hand-written book of poetry until I found it. I thought it fit this blog post
nicely, and maybe this poem describes you.
Diary
of a Mad Housewife
Clean the house, scrub the floor,
Wipe those smudges off the door.
Do the laundry, take out trash,
Clean the sink, then make a dash
To the grocery store, and then
Come back home and call a friend.
“My life’s so busy,” you complain;
“My husband really is a pain!
My kids—they drive me up a wall.
I don’t like my life at all!
It’s time for me; where’s my career?
I want fulfillment—can’t you hear?
My life’s a mess. What did you say?
I gotta run—I can’t delay.
I’ll miss that sale at T.J. Maxx
If I don’t hurry up and act!
Run, run, run, that’s all I do.
I wonder where I put my shoes. . .”
Let me counsel this harried housewife to stop, forget
her shoe search, and instead, reach for her Bible, turn off her cell phone,
turn off the TV, the radio, or whatever else she’s got going on. I’d tell her
to quiet her mind, ask her heavenly Father some questions, and let Him talk to
her. He has all the answers, you know.
May you experience peace and quiet as Father draws
your heart toward Home.
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© 2016 Elaine Beachy