Man, I do not like to write that. But it’s the truth. I am bent to perform.
Maybe it’s a first born thing or a Bible Belt upbringing or just my plain old flesh, but put me in a position where stuff needs to get done and I will rise to the occasion. Actually, I will more than rise to the occasion. I will take whatever is handed to me, raise it to a whole other level, and dance while getting it done.
Y’all, I kid you not. I will dance.
When we lived in Dallas, my husband worked a couple of jobs and went to seminary and my bent towards performance served me well. I had to get stuff done because I was the only one there to get it done. I juggled babies and worked full time and served in my local MOPS group and got us to small group and to church and managed to make three more babies in four years. Even as I write this, I’m getting teary-eyed. I was so tired. My kids were so small and I was so busy. I lived life like it was a sprint to the finish line with the winner being the person who carried the longest list of things accomplished all the way there.
But in the midst of all the doing, there was a constant undercurrent of unrest- that maybe I was missing the whole point of life.
Most of you know our story so I won’t go into all the nitty-gritty of our move to Rocky Mount, but in a nutshell I think Jesus simply rescued me from myself. He delivered me from a life spinning so full of good things that I had no time and no need for Him and the world He died to save. Jesus swooped in and scooped me up and planted me in Slow Town, North Carolina and then let me flounder around for a whole year, trying to figure out how to make my plates spin in my new place.
And when the plates hit the fan and crashed to the ground, Jesus swept them into a pile and picked me up.
Because Jesus loves me and He desires the very heart of me- not what my body can produce. Jesus desires my soul to be quiet and still enough to commune with Him in my everyday, extraordinary life. He desires for me to usher in His kingdom, right where I am, in the small moments of the life He is giving me. Because it’s in these small moments that my soul can rest assured that it is lovingly held in the hands of a great big God.
Our souls aren’t meant to carry the world.
Our souls are meant to carry the Jesus holding the world.
Today is release day for Emily P. Freeman‘s new book Simply Tuesday: Small Moment Living in a Fast-Moving World.
I had the privilege of snagging an advance copy a few months ago and I could not out this book down. Emily speaks the language I long to sing and she speaks it in such a way that my soul tunes in to listen. Her voice hushes the hurry and invites the soul to wake up to the wonder of the ordinary. Because it’s in the ordinary where we find Jesus.
“When I think of where to find ‘the kingdom of God in our midst,’ Tuesday comes to mind. This is the day of the week housing the regular, the ordinary, the plain, and the small.” – Simply Tuesday
Or if you need some more convincing, you can subscribe to catch Emily’s video series here.
And because I battle with performance every day of my life, I’m giving away another copy of Simply Tuesday. To enter, tell me how your soul needs your life to slow down in the comments. Winner will be announced on Friday before noon.