Life is meant to be savored. Breathed in and enjoyed. Thanksgiving always on our lips, knowing life is a gift. Dinners, in our home, are no longer rushed but enjoyed and often last an hour with the seven of us talking about the day and reading scripture. Long talks on the swings. Walks hand-in-hand. Pleasure is taken in bedtime routines with books and prayers. Trails worked through rather than swept under the rug. Time meant for each other.
Life has not always been this way.
I am thinking about all the years it was complete chaos. Hectic and busy schedules defined our everyday lives. All the events that consumed my days were excellent things, and from the outside, it looked like I was handling it all except being too busy affected my marriage and children. It dictated my time and energy and was taking a toll on my relationships. You see between heading up the women’s ministry at our church, homeschooling, starting a writing career, managing sports and dance for our children, and all the other daily chores of running a home, life was busy. Out-of-control busy. Like buckle up-tight-and hold-on-tight and pray you don’t loose a child busy, and I can be guilty of rushing around barking orders, making sure I complete each task rather than love the people in front of me, and I forget life is meant to be savored.
Busyness can quickly become our norm, and we begin to depend on shortcuts. Such as fast-food dinners in the car, phones handed to toddlers instead of correcting their inappropriate behavior. Teens passing the time alone in their rooms rather than interacting with the family.
One morning the Lord began to speak to my heart through a passage in Mark 12:41-44. Savoring life is not the first thing a person would gain from this passage of scripture. On this morning, though, the Holy Spirit breathed a little differently on the words I have read many times before. Suddenly, I saw life a little bit differently.
“Sitting across from the temple treasury, He watched how the crowd dropped money into the the treasury. Many rich people were putting in large sums. And a poor widow came and dropped in two tiny coins worth very little. Summoning His disciples, He said to them, “I assure you: This poor widow has put in more than all those giving to the temple treasury…”
Jesus watched. He took notice.
Jesus paid attention to even the smallest of details and was able to point out the good in a widow who for the most part went unnoticed.
When was the last time you spent time watching life? When was the last time you took notice of the good around you?
Because here is the thing-instead of being lead by the spirit I was led by the busyness of life. I felt as if I was putting out fires all day rather than enjoying life. I certainly wasn’t taking the time to watch for the smallest of details. My busyness, all in the name of Jesus, was causing me to miss God’s goodness in the little moments of life. I think we seriously and dangerously miss the mark sometimes as Christians. We allow Satan to keep us completely busy with some excellent stuff, to the point of missing the hurting people right in front of us. Or the laugh of a baby. Or the kindness of a child. Or the way the wind feels on our face. Or the warmth of spouse’s embrace.
And trust me my life is still pretty crazy, with five small children there is not much to do about that, however, instead of life being set to busy, it’s now set to being.
So I am trying to stop racing—and start being.
To put down the phone—and just listen and watch.
To do more of nothing—just to feel His presence.
To stop wondering what is next and to just take in what is in front of me.
Because His love, His goodness, His grace, His perfect peace is there for our taking.
Because sometimes doing an eternal thing—looks like you’re doing nothing at all.