Psalm 131:2 is one that our teacher in ladies Bible study shared with us last night and it says
"Surely I have calmed and quieted my soul,
Like a weaned child with his mother;
Like a weaned child is my soul within me."
Others were: Mark 6:31 "And He said to them, Come aside by yourselves to a deserted place and rest a while. For there were many coming and going, and they did not even have time to eat." Psalm 46:10 "Be still and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth!" Jeremiah 29:11 "For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the LORD, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope."
After the busyness of this week, every verse Sandy shared spoke directly to me and I was thankful I was there to hear them. Yesterday proved to be almost as busy as the day before. Catching up from Tuesday's list only added to yesterday's but I found myself taking the time to bring troubling thoughts to Christ, asking Him to devour the enemy for His name's sake over my thoughts. What a difference it makes to stop, quiet ourselves and seek Him.
As I was doing housework today my mind began to run and ramble again. Rather than allow it to take charge however, I stopped and quieted myself and remembered the verses from last night. I walked outside and took a deep breath of air and looked at the beautiful sunshine before coming back inside to mopping and vacuuming. The precious Lord brought two specific thoughts to my mind as I worked today:
#1. Do what you can the best you can and don't fret about what you can't do
#1. You cannot get everything done in one day
Simple little thoughts but so needful for me. I cannot work as I used to. I was born into a family where women washed their clothes on washboards; mopped on their hands & knees; ironed nearly every stitch of clothing the family had; grew gardens and canned food for the winter. I helped my Mom work from the time I was old enough to hold a broom or a sibling on one hip. Sometimes we did both! Being the oldest of 8 meant you worked the best you could to help your Mom. Coming from that to a place in life where it's difficult to push a vacuum and use a mop is challenging to me. I want to do what I used to do but I physically can't. It is at those times that my mind begins running to and fro, seeking to devour me with 'what if's and why not's'; should's, could's, & oughta's.'
It is at these times I must remember what Sandy asked at the beginning of class last night:
"How quiet is your soul?" It is at these times I must make time to come away, if only for a minute or two and remember whose I am and who is in charge of absolutely everything. It is our undoing when we rush and hurry, thinking we're accomplishing something of importance.
I am taling to me as I write these words. I am again telling myself that I need to become more like Mary and release the Martha that holds on so tightly at times.
May each one reading this find time to 'come away' and be still and know that He is God.