Too many good things...

I love being involved!  I love being a part of whatever is going on... whether in our family, in my job, in my church, in my community.  There are so many "good" things to do, aren't there?

Clay was a just a baby, maybe four months old.  With four children - ranging from baby to middle school, our list of activities was extensive, but they were all good things.  :)  I loved to sing in the choir - like many churches, we practiced on Wednesday evening after all other activities were finished.  Frank knew how much I loved to sing, so he graciously agreed to take the girls home and begin the evening routine of finishing homework and moving them to showers and baths.
Clay was only four months old, remember - he wasn't totally in my routine...

Choir practice had been especially meaningful... I had enjoyed each song that we sang, but as we left the choir room, I realized just how tired I really was.  I thought if I could just get to the car, drive home, and collapse into my bed, all would be well.
I made it to the car, buckled in and started the engine.  I remember literally laying my head down on the steering wheel in exhaustion.  After a few moments of restful regrouping, I lifted my head.  While shifting into reverse to back out of my parking space... breathing the thought again... if I could just get home, I whispered.  As my head rested on the back of my seat, a sweet scene in the window of the second floor of the church caught my eye.  Oh my, there was Ginger (one of our wonderful childcare workers) gently swaying back and forth to seemingly calm an armful of baby... I think she may have been singing...  OH MY GOODNESS... THAT BABY IS MINE!!!!!!!!!!
I was mortified... I was horrified... I was... the worst mother of the entire year!  In one swoop I jammed the car into park, jumped out and ran back inside to the nursery.  What mother in her right mind leaves her darling baby boy at church.  What was wrong with me??
Frank and I sat down that evening after I recovered with his assurance that I really wasn't the WORST mother... just a "too busy with many good things" mother.  We talked through each weekly event that we were a part of... all those good things.  We agreed that for this very time, I needed to take a break from choir.  We looked at each activity that the girls were involved in and evaluated them based on time commitment, level of interest on their part, and effect of the activity on family time.

Who leaves their baby at church?  I did... well, almost.  He wasn't scarred for life.  He hasn't needed extensive therapy.  He is good... 17 years later.  I can also tell you that wasn't the last time, we had to sit down and review our time and activity commitments to determine not all the good things, but the best things for our family!

When I am tired....
Jesus says, "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest."

When I am weak..
Jesus says, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.

When I need wisdom...
I am reminded, "If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you.

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