This is my mantra for the day. Whew. I’m just feeling all manner of overwhelmed. Not sure I can even sort it out in blog-friendly fashion. Will do my best.
First of all, my friend Barb. Thank you for praying for her! Her surgery is tomorrow morning. The plan, as I understand it, is to remove 1/8 of her brain where the seizures are stemming from. There’s a 50% chance it will be effective. I have her address at the Cleveland Clinic if you’d like to send her a card. Just message me. I’d so love to bombard her with a shower of cards saying we’re praying for her. She’s such a dear soul, always serving others without a care for herself. If you can’t send a card, please keep praying!
I went to a meeting at church this morning for Bible study facilitators. This is a big chunk of my overwhelm-ment. We got hand-outs galore, a counselor dude and another gal spoke to us, we got all sorts of information for leading effectively and helping women in need/crisis. Wow. The counseling part really intrigues me, and I’d love to learn more (and there is so much opportunity at our church. we have our own counseling center even.) but I feel like my life is already full. Man.
Then there’s Cubbies. My first night back (last night) after 6 weeks off. Yowzers. I missed last week, because we still weren’t feeling up to par. Found out last night that one of the mom helpers won’t be returning or sending her son, because it was just mass chaos last week. Eek. They kind of look to me to take charge, and I really wish they wouldn’t, because I just signed up to be a “helper.” Last night wasn’t too bad. Tiring, yes, but there were only 12 kids instead of 18. The boys just bounce off the walls like nobody’s business, but all (except one) of them obeyed when I laid down the law.
I’m still struggling with how much to get involved, how much to volunteer. Our church is so big, and sometimes I just long for a cozy little church where I actually know everyone and there aren’t a million Cubbies and a million jobs that need to be done by someone, anyone. I really do love our church, but for the easily overwhelmed (me!) it just wreaks havoc in my heart and mind sometimes.
Livi came home from school yesterday wondering why she can read better than everybody in her class. Oh boy. She talked about how kids were making comments about her being the smartest and stuff. Thankfully, they didn’t seem to be mean comments (like, “we don’t like you because you’re smart.”). We had yet another talk about how God gives us all different gifts, and when He gives you an extra lot of a certain one, it’s your responsibility to help other people in that area so they can be good at it too. We have nothing in this life that God didn’t give us. She’s at such a sweet, tender age. There wasn’t any pridefulness in her voice, and I pray it stays that way.
I do worry about her younger sister though. She’s not Livi, and I hope she doesn’t get compared to her all her life, following so closely behind her in school. Her kindergarten teacher is SO great about not expecting her to be like big sis. I’m so thankful. And like I’ve mentioned before, Ava has gifts Livi doesn’t. My prayer is that all three of them will grow up being so thankful for who they are and never wanting what another sister has.
I love Galatians 5:25-26 (especially in the MSG), and someone mentioned it this morning at our meeting. “Since this is the kind of life we have chosen, the life of the Spirit, let us make sure that we do not just hold it as an idea in our heads or a sentiment in our hearts, but work out its implications in every detail of our lives. That means that we will not compare ourselves with each other as if one of us were better and another worse. We have far more interesting things to do with our lives.“
I have so many interesting things to do with my life I hardly know what to do. And it’s not because I’m some amazingly interesting person. I think all of us, if we sat down and thought about it, could make a list a mile long of all the wonderful things we could be doing to make the world a better place–and bring more people to Christ.
I’ve long had a passion for helping people recognize what they love to do–and are great at–and find ways to do it as a ministry or even a career of sorts. But that’s a blog for another day.
Before I forget, thank you all so much for leaving comments about how God used my words yesterday to touch your heart and bring some sort of transformation to your life. I used to think that God “blessing” me meant He was going to give me money and stuff. 🙂 Now, I know what blessing really is. Asking Him to use you, letting Him do it, and then having wonderful, caring people share how they’ve been impacted or inspired.
I just want to be a vessel.
And my darling little 2-year-old (TWO YEARS OLD!) needs a nap. Gabe’s at a lunch meeting, and I will be virtually alone with my thoughts (and pen, paper, computer) until he gets back. I do so love this kind of afternoon. (which will probably last 20 minutes–oh well)
I’ve still got a bunch to say, but you all have things you need to be doing. Like cleaning clutter or seizing the day or reading a board book to your toddler or stopping for 5 minutes to have yourself some black raspberry chip ice cream.
Love and hugs for your Thursday!