Since we’ve been out west , every day life has been full throttle. As it turns out, we’ve had little time to really enjoy the beauty of Colorado. Today we threw our hands up and said forget responsibility, chores, and other to-do tasks! Fuh-ghetta-bout-it. B-Line to The Springs (as WE locals call it) for a date with nature! Oh, how I adore this place. Because my words will fail miserably to describe the splendor, I’ll leave you with some images instead.
Last week was one of THOSE weeks. To give you a sampling, my firstborn caught influenza A two days prior to my departure for a work trip to North Carolina. Of course, our resident celebrity/socialite Olivia was selected to be Star Student of the week (which requires various extras like making an all-about-me poster, toting favorite books and toys to school, etc) and I had a week chalk full of training. I realized that I was not handling the organized chaos as gracefully as I should when last Sunday evening, a very sick Owen had an accident on my new leather couch…my raw cowhide leather couch. My, eat-on-this -sofa-and-die leather couch. This incident catapulted me into a bit of a fit…not with Owen, but with Steve. It was the proverbial straw we reference that breaks said camel’s back. In this case, the camel was crushed and I cried for two hours about everything from work stress to kid crisis to exhaustion to homesickness to…I won’t even.
The next day I pulled it together, hopped a flight to Raleigh, prayed for a miraculous evaporation of pee, and an expedient refueling to my personal tank of sanity. As it turns out, the couch recovered and so did I. The family survived 3 days without me and when I returned I felt far more equipped to serve my family. Amazing what 2 nights in a hotel, alone with God, a couple of uplifting books and some prayer will do.
By Friday, I’d forgotten all the whining I’d done to God about bringing me relief. I’d recovered from the stain (which, I feel personally adds to the sofa’s fine patina), and caught up sleep. But God had not forgotten about me. He’d not forgotten about the admission of loneliness …the homesickness…the exhaustion…the need for reprieve. And around 2:00 I received a very unexpected phone call.
One of my very best friends had landed in Denver for work. She would be staying the night and wanted to go to dinner. As you can imagine it took me .5 seconds to accept the invitation, for what would be wonderful time being silly and catching up on all of life’s craziness. Godwinks like these, remind me that He knows exactly what I need and He’s always on time.
He goes to great extremes to speak to our hearts in times of discouragement and struggle….even if it means flying your friend all the way from the east coast.
And my star student…
This has been one of those weeks where I just have to enforce a personal code of mandatory deep breaths. With work ramping up and learning so many new things, it’s easy to become overwhelmed. So, rather than to fixate on the comprehensive checklist and wondering how to accomplish it, I choose one thing, usually the easiest, and conquer that first. It’s sort of like the Dave Ramsey financial approach to domestic engineering.
Schools are getting more demanding, as is the workplace. People always want something from you. Someone always needs something that requires my participation to aid in the successful execution of their process. And then there are community causes, and church and wonderful outreaches–we all want to be a giver. I always have to find the balance…that my “give out” doesn’t cause me to “give up.”
You’ve been there, right? I’m learning how to balance a lot of new responsibilities with not a lot of help. It’s very difficult. It’s a lot of work. And, in a way acknowledging the tough things is part of the deep breath process for me.
It’s ok to wonder. It’s ok to take a break. It’s ok to say,
“Man, this is really hard.”
Steve told me recently, “Aimee you have your own basket of apples and people will never see or fully understand or relate to what’s in your basket because they only see what’s in theirs.” He’s right. We all have unique baskets with different fruit. I’m trying to manage my crop the best I can without comparing and without complaining.