Things have been crazy around here . . . too crazy! And wild . . . too wild.
Volleyball season starting up. Soccer season just ahead. School books to order. Planning to be done. Portfolios to put together.
And in the next two weeks I have 4 projects to hurdle over. The kind of projects that have other people involved. The kind of projects that I can't put off or avoid by pulling my pillow over my head
And I'm afraid I've let my mind begin to stew and simmer and, dare I say it, obsess and worry.
Until this morning my eyes popped open at 3:00 a.m. and I had the old familiar feelings of panic that always crop up when that stewing and simmering and obsessing and worrying are allowed to go on unchecked.
I knew right away I had lost my focus. My eyes were on my to do lists; my mind was trying to rise to the pressures of thinking everything through; my focus was on others expectations, my ability to meet them . . . and the resulting fear of not coming through.
At 6:00 a.m., the radio popped on, and I heard:
I will lift my eyes to the Maker
of the mountains I can't climb
I will lift my eyes to the Calmer
of the oceans raging wild
I will lift my eyes to the Healer
of the hurt I hold inside
I will lift my eyes, lift my eyes to You
Ah, yes, sweet reminder. He is my Maker, my Helper, my Healer. I was never intended to do life all alone. I was never intended to do life gripped by fear. I was intended to do life with Him by my side, and His sweet unconditional acceptance and unshakeable love renewing my strength every day. Time to lift my eyes . . . and calm my mind.
You will guard and keep him in perfect and constant peace whose mind is stayed on you
because he commits himself to you, leans on you, and hopes confidently in you.
(images - tinywhitedaisies)