Just Breathe

Shew, people, do you remember feeling your feet hit the floor running last Monday? Today is Saturday and I felt like I finally took a breath. I got out of bed, picked up my coffee and a book and stayed in my pajamas until 11:00 am on the couch next to the fire and the Christmas tree.

I had to remind myself to breathe at moments today; I had to push a lot of stuff back into the recesses of my head. I have this never-ending list of things to do that haunts me and says nasty things to me about how I’m not enough to accomplish all that is beckoning. It “feels” like there is more work to do than there is time to do it! Thanks to some helpful books I have to agree with the nasty voice and tell myself I don’t have to be that (because Jesus IS!) and it’s ok…and I have to breathe.

So when I did eventually get dressed and ventured out to run some errands today (milk, bread), I heard this song by Jonny Diaz and the entire thing was balm to my soul.

I loved the fast tempo as he describes his crazy day and then the way the chorus slows down as he listens to the call in his heart.

If you don’t have time to listen, here are the lyrics:

Alarm clock screaming bare feet hit the floor
It’s off to the races everybody out the door
I’m feeling like I’m falling behind, it’s a crazy life
Ninety miles an hour going fast as I can
Trying to push a little harder trying to get the upper hand
So much to do in so little time, it’s a crazy life
It’s ready, set, go it’s another wild day
When the stress is on the rise in my heart I feel you say just

Breathe, just breathe
Come and rest at my feet
And be, just be
Chaos calls but all you really need
Is to just breathe

Third cup of joe just to get me through the day
Want to make the most of time but I feel it slip away
I wonder if there’s something more to this crazy life
I’m busy, busy, busy, and it’s no surprise to see
That I only have time for me, me, me
There’s gotta be something more to this crazy life
I’m hanging on tight to another wild day
When it starts to fall apart in my heart I hear you say just

Breathe, just breathe
Come and rest at my feet
And be, just be
Chaos calls but all you really need

Is to take it in fill your lungs
The peace of God that overcomes
Just breathe
So let your weary spirit rest
Lay down what’s good and find what’s best
Just breathe

Just breathe, just breathe
Come and rest at my feet
And be, just be
Chaos calls but all you really need
Is to just breathe
Just breathe

 

Balm to our souls.

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Joys in Parenting

We have older-ish children and one of our most beloved past times as parents, is the joy of messing with them. Yes, we feel it is a necessary aspect of our parenting in payment for the things they did to us in their infancy and toddler, three-nager and preschool and now elementary years of life. It’s especially fun when you are aware of the things that bug your kids.

For example, take Test Subject Number One:

 

Test Subject #1
Test Subject #1

He’s a handsome guy, isn’t he? Yes and he usually has an excellent sense of humor. He has now reached the age where he gets jokes. That’s a fun age. In fact we have to be careful what jokes we tell to one another as parents because he now gets them too. Ahem.

Test Subject #1 greatly enjoys knowing all the things. He wants to know what we are going to do hour-by-hour, day-by-day. In fact, he’d appreciate a written schedule. Once submitted, he’d also probably negotiate each item on said schedule with well-thought rationales of why said items should or should not occur in their designated slots.

Due to this personality trait, we enjoy not telling him anything. In fact, sometimes we just tell him to get in the car, be sure he has shoes on and a coat. We don’t tell him where we are going. We don’t tell him how long we will be there. We refuse to tell him if any of his friends will be wherever we are going. And we even won’t tell him how long it’ll take to get there. GASP!

Nope.

We just tell him to enjoy being present with your people and you’ll see.

Then he asks if he will be receiving anything during this mystery outing; food, toys, games, will there be candy or soda?

We just shrug our shoulders….”dunno buddy! You’ll just have to wait and see.”

Test Subject #1 hates waiting and seeing. It’s like death to him.

And we relish every second of it.

Oh sure, he’ll try to get you to drop a hint. He’ll try to find out by barraging you with questions. He’ll sigh, stomp his foot, talk in a baby voice in the third person. And we just smile.

Man guys. Being a parent is so fun. Sometimes, I envision the times that he got kicked out of the church nursery for biting kids as a one-year old or the times that he screamed because he didn’t want to go to sleep for the night,…and you know, I feel just a little bit better.

Test Subject #2 however, does not get the jokes yet. In fact, if he tries to tell you a knock-knock joke, best divert his attention with something shiny STAT!

Test Subject #2
Test Subject #2

However, if you have some slap-stick or bodily humor up your sleeve; this guy is your man. He is the kid who really gave us the most passion for messing with our kids. You see he was the toughest in the years of basically birth to age 5. Not much longer and the messing with can begin. I’m pumped. I have such an arsenal….

 

Test Subject #3 will probably be way less fun. It’s too early to tell really. And so far she’s pretty perfect. Maybe she just won’t be fun to mess with?

Test Subject #3
Test Subject #3

**This post is called “sarcasm”. If you can’t take a joke maybe your parents should have messed with you a little more in your childhood. Or maybe you’re a middle-kid. Either way, move along.