It was 1:30 in the morning. We had just completed a long lists of tasks, or as much as was going to get done. Mark sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to him. I was a bit confused, expecting to go to bed, but I sat down beside him and we snuggled. “Well, hello.” He said smiling. It sounded like a greeting you give to someone you have not seen for a while, so I was pretty confused. “Where have I been?” I asked. “Busy” he answered and gave me a long contented hug.
Busy. It is something that can take you further away then any amount of distance, while you are still physically there. It can ruin relationships.
One year at Christmas I saw remember a tagline on the front of a magazine “What Is the Gift the MOST People Want for Christmas… It will surprise you” I flipped to the articles page, and I was NOT surprised. Time. The most saught after gift, was the gift of time.
Time is a funny thing. You can’t grasp it, but you can lose it. We have no time other then the depthless sheet of time known as “now” then, it is gone.
As destructive as busy can be though, it is expected.
“So, what have you been up to?”
“Yeah, me too.”
Because to not be busy = lazy. At least that is what our culture will have you believe. One must always be busy busy busy. Striving to achieve. To make the coolest projects. To be the fittest. To be the “cool” mom who gardens, and cooks everything from scratch, crafts, does morning and evening devotions. Busy busy busy. We live in fast society, with so much information bombarding us at all times. Studies and ideas are plastered everywhere ready for us to take up and achieve. To do. And, it is expected younger and younger. We want our kids to succeed. We put them in the best programs, and as many as we can cram them in to. Expecting this will result in superior… abilities, intelligence, ect.
And all the time we are being busy… what are we achieving?
Are we achieving our goals?
Are your goals to be a crafty mom who decorates her home with gorgeous, homemade, decorations?
Are your goals to the so fit you could be considered an athlete?
Are your goals to compete with Mrs. Jones down the road?
Are your goals to prepare the must scrumptious meals?
Are your goals to a house magnificently clean?
There is nothing wrong, per say, with the above things. But, should they be our goals? Should those silly little things be what we put our time and energy into? Keeping a house instead of a home? Cooking meals more then gathering the family around the dinner table? Being the “best” instead of giving of yourself fully to Him and allowing Him to mold you?
What are you trying to achieve?