When I feel there is so little time, there IS so little time. The words become. On this day, I closed myself in the one place that needs no vacuum, no decorating, no scrutiny. It’s the one place I can no longer procrastinate on my dreams. This room is working out to become my think tank, my quiet and my action place. Here I read and change. Here time becomes. In this moment, time is filled with finger knitting and podcasts and writing. Creating space for my soul- we all need a little of this. This is where my empty and harried becomes full and deliberate.
I’m choosing to no longer feel guilty about taking time to just “be.” Without time to quiet our souls and indulge in what makes us alive, we lose ourselves. It’s okay to forget ourselves in a good work, in holy work, but when we forget who we are in the busyness of the next demand, we forget what we are first.
I think of Martha. We all know Martha. She was entertaining Jesus and his disciples. She and her sister, Mary, opened their home to the Savior (Luke 10:38-42). In the preparations and distractions, Martha lost sight of what was really happening. She was doing all the good work of hospitality. I imagine she was making bread, ensuring everyone had a place and all of their needs were met. Her activity was good. But she forgot the act of just “being.” She became overwhelmed with the work. She was missing out.
In the frantic, what do we do? We miss out. Our souls dry up and we cease to feel alive in our calling. We begin to complain. We may even begin to accuse God of not alleviating our circumstance. And in the middle of it all, we lose sight of who God made us to be.
In order to regain time, we must choose moments to live intentionally slow. It’s a paradox, yet in doing so, we open the spaces of our heart. Sometimes we must be willing to just sit at his feet. Like Mary. Sometimes we walk. Sometimes we’re silent. Sometimes we finger knit.
By practicing the discipline of creating space, we find time. There is never too little when you step back and scan the horizon. God is kind enough to give us just the right amount.
God grows these moments, stretches them into more. The frantic dissipates and time becomes. It becomes enough.