Too often I find that I am waiting for this or that to happen and then I’ll give myself permission to be happy and know true contentment. Time passes and I get things on my to-do list finished just in time to fill up another list. It is like the laundry, I have finally accepted the fact that the laundry is never really done – it is just a cycle that goes around and around and around. But life is more than laundry or jobs or things that must be dealt with. If that is all God wanted from us then He would have done better to make us robots. But he didn’t. He risked everything by giving us free will which allows us to know Him intimately or reject Him utterly. God is willing to live with us and die for us. That truth makes my particular to-do list rather insignificant by comparison.
Don’t get me wrong. I love to achieve results: keep the house clean, teach the kids, organize and plan with the best of home-schooling mothers, but I know that the temptation to work without reference to the God who made me is very great. I end up thinking that disasters like a spoiled dinner, a ruined shirt, or a torn book makes the world a little less good. Or when I set goals that are not achieved as quickly as I would like, the sun doesn’t seem to shine so bright. Yet God exists even when real disasters strike and I can always love Him. In that acceptance, I feel a joy of contentment because my worth is not based on a thing or a result but on the desire of my God who made me on purpose for some definite good.
So, I once again sally forth to take a walk, listen to the birds, feel the gentle breeze, and thank Him, knowing He is mine as I am His. Life, with all its arduous details and never ending to-do lists, is good.