Sometimes perspective arrives when we stop searching for it.
One of those days…….
Too many hours spent at work (if I can just get caught up on some things, I’ll have more time with my family)
Too many rude and impatient people (“I can be nice to anybody for five minutes. I can bite my tongue. I’m not offendable)
Too many things to do. Not enough help to do it. The demands and requests keep coming. (I can’t figure out how to get it all done)
Too many places to be at the same time. (If this day was 30 hours long, I would still be in trouble).
If one more thing goes wrong, I’m gonna lose it. (and it always does)
“This too shall pass.”
I don’t believe this is actually in scripture, but I repeat it to myself often when overwhelmed with circumstances. It does give biblical perspective, but sometimes there is no comfort in simple analytical thinking. The weariness doesn’t go away.
My day finished with a long church meeting that left me arriving home at 10:30. Little to no time spent with any family member in an entire day. Great. Weary……very.
I mindlessly watched TV for a while before bed. Kal had fallen asleep in the recliner next to me. When I picked him up to carry him to bed, perspective came in the most gentle and perfect way.
He had been sick and hadn’t gone to school. Almost 9 years old now, I struggled to pick him up and carry his sleeping body. His head rested on my shoulder as I started through the house. I took just a few steps and felt his fevered cheek against mine.
Weariness, unrest, and anxiety gave way to an amazing feeling of peace.
God loves me. That’s enough.
“God loves you” sounds terribly cliche’ and empty when tossing it out to others, but it’s powerful enough to bring you to your knees in moments like this.
For just an instant, with my son’s head resting on my shoulder, I was reminded how much I love this precious child (and all four of my children). And as I gave thanks for this boy and the privilege of being called “daddy”, I saw so clearly my Father’s love for me.
And I saw great purpose again. Not to survive the day and schedules and get things done……but to love. To be the best dad I can be.
I may not get to spend as much time as I’d like with my kids tomorrow either. But if I trust, honor, and obey God with my plans and efforts to do so…….He will provide a way.
In comforting my sick son, I found comfort in my Father.
God loves me. He loves me enough to make me a daddy. He loves me enough to send His Son to die on the cross for me.
I carried my son to bed with a smile on my face.