Two weeks ago I put 70+ hours of work into my job. This past week I was well on my way for another 60+ hour week. While I do work quite a lot of hours outside of my home, this is not the norm. However, in a deadline-driven, project-juggling occupation, it’s going to happen from time to time.
Yesterday morning as I was getting ready to head into work—thinking about all the things I had to cross off my list and get done before the weekend—the weatherwoman on the morning news announced that Middle Tennessee was estimated to get .25 to .5 inches of snow.
Fast forward to 10:45 a.m. The snow started coming down fast and substantial. Five inches of accumulation, two worn-out and abandoned cars, and ten helpful friends later, Derek and I are safely “snowed in” at our house for the weekend. Big change of plans for finishing off my work week strong and diving into the weekend’s pre-planned activities.
With things to do, but no mode of transportation to navigate the encumbered roads even if we were brave enough to try, we’re stuck at home. While some facebook statuses express complaints of cabin fever and painful boredom, this career-girl is reveling in the excuse to be home! (See the sledding video—poorly shot with my phone—below as proof!)
Would I have taken a break from crazy work-weeks, Upward cheerleading practices, small groups, Chamber of Commerce activities, etc.? Eventually, I’m sure. But God knew I needed a break… before I broke!
Now, before you call me crazy, I am fully aware that it can be unhealthy to be on the go as much as I am. But, there’s a season for everything in our lives, isn’t there? With no children at the moment and thousands of dollars to save for our upcoming adoption, why not work? With families in our community wanting positive and empowering activities for their children, why not help spread to Gospel through Upward sports? With amazing Christian friends who want to learn more about God, why not learn with them in small group? I want to be an effective tool for my Savior. I don’t want life and its opportunities to make a difference pass me by.
All that being said, I’m so thankful my Father knows the best for me, and is willing to nudge me a tad when need be. I’m so thankful He reminds me to make “me” time. I’m so thankful He allows me slow down and simply know that He is God.
As I begin prepare for a new week tomorrow—one which will hopefully including sending the last of the needed documents to our social worker so that she can wrap up our home study—I hope that I can remember this recent time of relaxation and how beneficial such times can be to my soul. International adoption will surely send more twists and turns my way, but by being equipped with the peace of the Holy Spirit, I’ll be well-prepared.