Maybe you’re not the small purse. Maybe you’re like the big purse---full of all
kinds of “things”---activities, appointments, commitments---you know: places to
go, people to see. This is a very busy
time of year. Sure the kids are out of
school but there are all kinds of summer activities going on. As women, we have
much to do, including getting ourselves up and ready for the day then we get
the husband/kids up, fix breakfast, pack lunches, go to work, play “mom’s taxi”
to golf lessons and band practice, monitor homework if you’ve got one in summer
school, fix dinner, get the kids ready for bed, clean, and do laundry. It truly
seems never ending. It’s very easy to
end up like my flustered friend who couldn’t find her debit card in the bottom
of what seemed like a bottomless purse.
It’s easy to become distracted by the activities and “life”. Do you remember the story of Mary &
Martha? How when Jesus went to their
house to visit, Mary, recognizing what an honor and blessing it was to have
Jesus in her home, just sat at His feet and listened. But Martha was “distracted” the Scriptures
will us, by her preparations. Are you
distracted by something and therefore missing the blessing of time spent just
sitting with Jesus? Please don’t let that happen. Don’t let the busyness of summer…or any
season for that matter…rob you of the joy that God desires for you. Summer is a wonderful time to reflect on the
beauty of God’s creation. A day at the beach can be a time of personal
reflection as well. Just sit out in your
back yard or on your porch and enjoy some quiet time there. Scripture gives us
several accounts of times when Jesus withdrew from the crowd and those closest
to Him to seek time along with His heavenly Father. If Jesus thought those
times alone with God to be important, don’t you think you and I should as well?
I challenge you to start your day with Him. I’m pretty sure you’ll find the
rest of day goes much better is you’ve put on the full armor of God and spent a
few minutes in His Word and listening to His still small voice.
Blessings,
Teresa
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