There are times when you come across a blog and you think that this blogger has read your mind. Not only have they read your mind but, they have written down what you have been thinking about better than you could have expressed it yourself in writing. Ostriches Look Funny is that kind of blog for me. I love her writing style, her photo choices, and her love for God.
The posts on Ostriches Look Funny are funny challenge me to a better mom, make me laugh and or cry, and lead me to pray all at the same time.
Below you will find Ostriches Look Funny’s take on the phrase Pause Life for Moment. If you like it and I know you will, please stop by her blog and read some of the other wonderful posts she has created.
It was a day when the sun and the wind get together to blow kisses on your arms and everything feels perfect and looks green. I herd my children down a dirt path, away from church and bible study, away from the bathroom that my pregnant body suddenly needs, and I march forward with a secret goal to get home and eat a peanut butter sandwich before one o’ clock.
I pause and glance behind my shoulder, and my ducklings are not following me. They both had stopped, squatted down like children do, staring intently at foxtails and nondescript wildflowers.
“Look! MOM! Look! Look at this purple flower! Can I take this stick to the car?” my three-year-old queries.
My bladder grumbles and I sigh and say, “No! I don’t have time for this.”
And as soon as the words leave my mouth, my heart asks the question, “If you don’t have time for THIS, what do you have time FOR?”
If I don’t have time for stopping to look at the green and whispery foxtails, if I don’t have time for examining minuscule purple wildflowers, if I don’t have time to watch my little boy’s golden baby curls wave in the breeze, what am I here for?
Time is a gift, and no one is guaranteed a particular amount.
It is a gift, given for a brief period and then, vapor-like, it runs out. My sons are growing by inches and miles, my wrinkles are multiplying in the night. Right now I am in a beautiful season, my children are small and Spring has made everything pink and green. But, they haven’t found a cure for cancer or car accidents. People die, and children suffer, and waves wash over entire cities. I don’t know what will happen tomorrow. I am only guaranteed this breath, this beat, this miraculous moment.
What is my moment for then?
The answer is different each time I ask. There is a time for everything; a time to cry and a time to laugh, a time to look at wildflowers in the sun, and a time to rush home to use the bathroom…but I don’t have time to be impatient with my children. I don’t t have time to be selfish, or quarrelsome, or bitter, or faithless. The great gift is not for such things, such things waste a life.
It’s hard for me to live in the moment when my house is a bomb, which it usually is. I feel tinges of guilt when I start a project only to lay it down for twenty minutes to address a paper airplane emergency. There have been days where the dishwasher has remained halfway unloaded for four hours straight (I think maybe my son has Dishwasher Radar, and if he sees me walking towards it he goes into Mommy Emergency Hug and Kisses Me Mode…but that’s just a conspiracy theory) and it makes me a little crazy. The point is, in order for me to savor each minute, some things aren’t finished when I want them to be.
I can look at my house and spiral into a depression over the lint and dust and crumbs that have taken over while I was on a walk with my kids…or I can remember that it is good to rest from my works. Following Jesus is about freedom, even freedom from housework. As crazy as it makes me, I give my half washed dishes to God and ask him to sort out my time for me.
“There remains, then, a Sabbath-rest for the people of God, for anyone who enters God’s rest also rests from their works, just as God did from His.” – Hebrews 4:9-10
I pause my life by changing my perspective, by savoring the moment, by noticing the foxtails and the baby curls. I pause my life by remembering the Lord is the one who makes me holy; not my broom, and not my mop, and not my schedule. So, rest friends. God will take care of you.