Choosing peace Sunday mornings meant realizing that I couldn’t cook the big breakfast and get ready for church on time. It meant in our home that Les’s offer to be in charge of Sunday morning breakfast was accepted. Not a failure of womanhood, not a laziness of mine, but simply doing what worked. It was amazing how many people found that threatening ….that a husband would be responsible for breakfast every Sunday morning. For me though, the letting go of being THE cook allowed peace…and presence on time for worship, which meant the entrance to worship was from a very different position than when I was rushing in with burn marks on every corner.
We do this to ourselves you know, this creating chaos in our life. We somehow have this marker of “enough” and then exceed it purposefully. Peace comes with knowing when your “when” is…and sometimes stepping back three steps from it, not pushing three past it.
What are you choosing to say “when” on? For me this week it was how many clothes are in my closet. The rule of “but it’s good” was released for “it’s not necessary” and 3 more tubs…yes TUBS…of clothes were liberated to someone else’s use.
What things in your life could you allow to be liberated for someone else’s use?