Monday after a weekend away, nursing a sick baby is an incredibly overwhelming task. My email inbox was piled high with urgent messages. The house was a mess. I had deadlines to meet and an incredibly clingy 2 year old. I felt underwater.
We went outside to get some fresh air. It was beautiful - mid 70s. The sun was shining. I watered the garden and pulled weeds while Eddie jumped on his tricycle. He then took off all his clothes and played with the hose. My to-do list loomed over my head. Trying to be present in the beauty of the day. Trying to be diligent to the responsibilities of my life. Martha or Mary? Looking for balance.
It seems that prayer is a good answer for overwhelm. Whenever Jesus was faced with a large crowd, it seems that he "retreats up the mountain to pray" for some time and then returns. Taking time to post these blogs, reflect on God and to pray seems to have given me a renewed sense of pursuing that which is most important. Re-prioritizing my list of things to do and making it feel more manageable. A little of Martha and Mary. :)
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