Sometimes I have to wonder why I do some of the things I do. Why do I overextend myself? Heap extra burden and responsibilities on top of my full schedule? Sometimes I think I should spend more time in idle mode, just hanging out literally doing nothing. I pass by my favorite comfy spot on the patio and wish for more time to just sit and listen to the water trickle in the fountain and watch the many finches zip in and out of the garden.
Sometimes there aren’t enough hours in the day and I fall into bed at night exhausted and spent only to wake up overwhelmed with little energy to accomplish all that’s demanded of me.
But sometimes…one dream builds upon the next and the next and I realize it’s what makes me feel alive. Alive and thankful for the passion behind every single dream and every single goal because as long as I’m living, I will always be striving, reaching and moving toward that which makes my heart sing.
Being raised by someone who gave up on living about 40 years before her actual death taught me a lot. I saw the sin in taking each new, glorious day gifted to us by the Father and basically throwing it off the highest cliff like a useless stone. Like it didn’t matter. Like a spoiled child wanting more because the gift of a day wasn’t enough.
This life is for the living and the doing. It’s for the giving back and praising God for every bit of it.
I do make time for sitting in my comfy spot, for watching the birds, for hugging and appreciating my husband and my kids. But the day I stop striving and doing and dreaming will be the day Jesus calls me home.
Therefore, my dear brothers and sisters, stand firm. Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain. (NIV)