I’ve been feeling waves of overwhelmedness in the last little while. I was away in Malaysia last week, visiting family, and travelling always takes it out of me. Then this week has been stressful deadlines one after the other and barely time to think. My suitcase is still on the floor of my room (I did actually manage to unpack it yesterday), and stuff is piling up everywhere. Our last Spire Market is on this Saturday at Wild St and I feel woefully underprepared for it (please come!).
Happily, I’ve been noticing how all the gratitude stuff from the past year has really started changing my mindset. Instead of going into a deep funk from which it takes me weeks to recover when I hit a stressful patch of life, I might have a momentary panic or a little bit of lip-wobbling trembliness, but my mind steers back to think “What can I be grateful for in this situation?” Even if all I can be grateful for is that I am alive and breathing, I feel myself calm down. Within moments I will have found many more things than just the breath in my lungs to be thankful for. The fog starts to clear and I feel I can step forward again.
SEE? IT WORKS!
That doesn’t mean I’m not exhausted and I don’t have the occasional cry. Because I am and I do. But this period will pass. I have plenty of work- that is a great thing! I have so much good food I can hardly believe it. I have a safe home and lots of love around me. Best of all I have Jesus, who tells me just to lay it all down at his feet and find my rest in him.
I was choosing songs for this week at church tonight, and reflecting on God’s generosity, love and steadfastness. One of the songs I chose is My Shepherd will supply my need, which I love anyway, but it just spoke to me this evening. The promise of that settled rest at home with God is something I look forward to with such eagerness while living in the crush and busyness of this world. Even Isaac Watts felt it in 1719, so it’s not a modern phenomenon!
The sure provisions of my Lord
Attend me all my days;
O may his house be my abode,
And all my work be praise!
There would I find a settled rest,
While others come and go;
No more a stranger, nor a guest,
But like a child at home.
(Words: Isaac Watts, 1719. Additional words © Simone Richardson 2011.)
I can’t wait.
You might remember this thing I designed a while ago and got printed on a canvas, which hangs in my bedroom. I look at it every day, because every day I need the reminder.