Rest is not an option.
We'll come sliding into December 25th, dark circles under the eyes, heads full of caffeine. And, we will sit down to read the Christmas story to our children, patting ourselves on the back that at least the real meaning was not lost...or was it? Is it just a story we read and ponder? Or, is it a story we live? All is peaceful in the stable. Angels are rejoicing.
Rest and Joy.
Is that how we would describe our homes at Christmastime?
The journal continues...
Tiredness is setting in today. I have been a little grouchy and impatient with the kids. Someone once said, 'Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man [or woman] healthy, wealthy and wise.' Stayed up late reserving books at the library, browsing through a few blogs and emails from friends—things that are nice to do when the house is quiet. But, if my life is to be one of sacrifice, I must lay aside what I want for what is best for my family.
My Dare:
To be more disciplined about going to bed on time. To enjoy my evening with Steve, but not to extend the night unnecessarily past [insert your desired time], unless it is the weekend. 'You are only as spiritual as you are rested.'*
This week, our struggle is not the routine. Our struggle is all we have to do on top of the routine. If only we could borrow a freeze ray from Gru to freeze our children with until Christmas morning, while we get everything done! But, we can't. And, those little eyes are watching. Join me tomorrow as we lower the expectations we put on ourselves, and heighten our pursuit of God.
*Dr. Jim Berg, quote taken from one of my college classes
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