Focus or Keeping at Home
Did not meet a friend this morning as normally scheduled in hopes of getting more much needed sleep. (But who cares? Who will read this detail of what I hope to write and care? I deleted the line at first, the line that came to mind to start this post, as inconsequential to what I wanted to write, or rather, unimportant to the busy reader. But that becomes germane: we are all so busy being a little involved in many lives, that we have less time for depth. Facebook, with all its benefits, becomes just one more icon of superficiality and distractedness; the Sesame Street generation who need fast-action thrillers for movies.)
I have spent the morning slowly and intentionally. My bed is not made, nor my room tidy (I shall do that chore tomorrow), but I have had my modest breakfast and feasted on yesterday's and today's selections from the Word. I have kissed my son and directed my daughters. Today I intend to do desk work until the desk is neat and cleared. Nothing else until that is done. I need focus.
We just finished a rich and joyful week with our children, two daughties of which are in love, and the men who love them sharing our home life. This weekend was the culmination of weeks and weeks of expectations and planning, following weeks and weeks of changes in our lives from Aunt Gloria's needs, changes at church, changes in Cal's work, not to mention the courtships of our daughters.
More than physical rest, which I need, I need quietness. Not noise reduction, but order. A return to my modest and regular breakfast, time to dwell in the Word (not just wolfing it down so I can turn to activities), focusing on whatever work is at hand until it is done, teaching order to those children left to me to train. I am writing these thoughts out in order to understand them myself. I cancelled my weekly appointment with my friend not only because there is a baby in our home for the next few days whose mother was leaving for work at 7, while my children would all still be sleeping, but also because I am mentally exhausted from always facing outward and aching physically from tiredness.
May God please bless my keeping at home with new order and joy for us, for renewed strength, and even vision, for us all. I love my many, many friends with a love that God must have put in this selfish heart. But they will not miss me as I focus on my home. They will either be focusing on their own callings, or they will be busy hopping about themselves. May God bless us all.
I have spent the morning slowly and intentionally. My bed is not made, nor my room tidy (I shall do that chore tomorrow), but I have had my modest breakfast and feasted on yesterday's and today's selections from the Word. I have kissed my son and directed my daughters. Today I intend to do desk work until the desk is neat and cleared. Nothing else until that is done. I need focus.
We just finished a rich and joyful week with our children, two daughties of which are in love, and the men who love them sharing our home life. This weekend was the culmination of weeks and weeks of expectations and planning, following weeks and weeks of changes in our lives from Aunt Gloria's needs, changes at church, changes in Cal's work, not to mention the courtships of our daughters.
More than physical rest, which I need, I need quietness. Not noise reduction, but order. A return to my modest and regular breakfast, time to dwell in the Word (not just wolfing it down so I can turn to activities), focusing on whatever work is at hand until it is done, teaching order to those children left to me to train. I am writing these thoughts out in order to understand them myself. I cancelled my weekly appointment with my friend not only because there is a baby in our home for the next few days whose mother was leaving for work at 7, while my children would all still be sleeping, but also because I am mentally exhausted from always facing outward and aching physically from tiredness.
May God please bless my keeping at home with new order and joy for us, for renewed strength, and even vision, for us all. I love my many, many friends with a love that God must have put in this selfish heart. But they will not miss me as I focus on my home. They will either be focusing on their own callings, or they will be busy hopping about themselves. May God bless us all.
posted by Compleat Mom at 9:49 AM
3 Comments:
Sometimes home is right where we need to be
Oh, Debby. This was what I needed to read today. I have been so fluttery since my vacation, having a hard time focusing for various reasons. I need to concentrate on helping my husband through the last 9 days of grad school, on my summer deeper cleaning, and getting my home and children in order. Thanks!
From my point of view, your focus is on target. The background might be in a bit of disorder after guests and a flurry of activities.
Your lament covers the area that I consider the most valuable of the keeper at home: overseeing all tasks, large and small, which allow everyone to work in a well-oiled environment.
Hope you found the bottom of the desk. But be careful... because a *clean* (pristine) desk is a sign of a sick mind :)
Blessings fm GA, Dana
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