My doctor has ordered me to take time to rest. Sounds easy enough, doesn’t it? After all, I am tired. How difficult would it be to lie down and rest?
Actually, it’s tougher than I thought.
You see, I’ve got places to go and people to see. I have stories to write. Groceries to buy. Dinner to make. Articles to edit. Laundry to fold. Kids to drive to piano and volleyball and school and the orthodontist. Okay, you get my point.
I can’t just sleep my days away. As my YouTube-watching teenagers would say, “‘Ain’t nobody got time for that!”
But I have only one problem. As Laura Ingalls would say, “I am plumb tuckered out.” As much as I’d like to push through the fatigue, I just can’t do it.
So I am learning to rest.
This means swallowing my pride and asking for help when I need it. It also means delegating more to my kids. And learning to let things go.
Lately I’ve realized, while my body needs rest, my mind needs it too. Let’s just say I’m not so good at that either.
I’ve had nights of lying awake while my mind races, trying to figure it all out. I toss and turn, developing a plan. If one of my girls has a problem, I need to fix it. Moms like to fix things. I’m always thinking, planning and fixing.
But I need a rest from my fears and anxieties. This means handing it over to God. The decisions I need to make. The questions I have about the future. The challenges I face today. Because honestly, I can’t carry that weight any more. I’m too tired. It’s too heavy.
So when something unexpected happens (like an MS diagnosis) I don’t have to over-think the situation. I don’t need to find a solution. I can have peace because I’m following my Doctor’s orders. And let's face it; I’ve got a Great Physician.
Actually, it’s tougher than I thought.
You see, I’ve got places to go and people to see. I have stories to write. Groceries to buy. Dinner to make. Articles to edit. Laundry to fold. Kids to drive to piano and volleyball and school and the orthodontist. Okay, you get my point.
I can’t just sleep my days away. As my YouTube-watching teenagers would say, “‘Ain’t nobody got time for that!”
But I have only one problem. As Laura Ingalls would say, “I am plumb tuckered out.” As much as I’d like to push through the fatigue, I just can’t do it.
So I am learning to rest.
This means swallowing my pride and asking for help when I need it. It also means delegating more to my kids. And learning to let things go.
Lately I’ve realized, while my body needs rest, my mind needs it too. Let’s just say I’m not so good at that either.
I’ve had nights of lying awake while my mind races, trying to figure it all out. I toss and turn, developing a plan. If one of my girls has a problem, I need to fix it. Moms like to fix things. I’m always thinking, planning and fixing.
But I need a rest from my fears and anxieties. This means handing it over to God. The decisions I need to make. The questions I have about the future. The challenges I face today. Because honestly, I can’t carry that weight any more. I’m too tired. It’s too heavy.
So when something unexpected happens (like an MS diagnosis) I don’t have to over-think the situation. I don’t need to find a solution. I can have peace because I’m following my Doctor’s orders. And let's face it; I’ve got a Great Physician.
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