It was the loveliest of days today and for the first day this year our front yard tree bloomed beauty. And as I saw it wave its unfurled blooms at the peaceful sky I thought: how tightly am I wound, too?
For example– the other day I sat with my mother on her front porch. It was hard to be still because my mind was flying and my feet were dancing all while I was sitting. All I could think about were the things I had to do later that afternoon into the next day: grocery shop and cook and clean and grade and prepare crafts for school and rake the garden and maybe even paint the guest bedroom this weekend?
And there I was, not treasuring, savoring, appreciating this talk– this time–with someone I love because I had slipped into this unwieldy task-tackler mentality.
Some days I know that I am a breathing, living to-do list. And you know what?
All, like the trees now slipping into their vibrant spring attire, is transient.
Slowly seconds slide into minutes, minutes hours, hours days, days years, years: lifetimes.
And in a limited lifetime of seconds, minutes, hours, days, and years, I think silent to myself: what is really going to matter in the end?
I have yet to see an epitaph glorifying a constant tidy home, a shiny car, or a spotless sink.
And while I am not advocating for a life of filth or clutter– because I believe that stresses the body and soul as well–
I think it is okay to release our perfect, Pinterest veneers: it is okay to slow down, read a book, spend time laughing with children, sit on a porch with a friend and just breathe for a minute in this world of glorified busy.
Because the truth is– that while my to-do list may not perish– people do.
And suddenly I am reminded of Martha scurrying crazy around her kitchen, stressing so hard to make her home so perfect for Jesus. I feel her anxiety as Mary sits still at His feet, leaving Martha to do everything herself:
“Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!” And He replies, “Martha, Martha,” . . .“you are worried and upset about many things, but few things are needed—or indeed only one. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.”
Luke 10:40-42, NIV
So my question is, how will you be still tomorrow?
Whose porch will you visit?
Wherever you go and whatever you do, I hope you enjoy every second.