When I became a mom of two I entered into a season of what I found to be a new kind of crazy. I had gotten one child all potty-trained and sleeping through the night and drinking out of a cup without a lid and giving me a chance to take a shower and go to the bathroom by myself…most of the time.
And then, there I was, starting the process alllll over again. Didn’t we just do this?
It was in that particular season that I vividly remember how I felt when I would somehow, magically, find that I had an hour or two all to myself without the munchkins around.
I’m pretty sure that the build-up moms feel as they wait for those kid-free moments is exactly like the build-up the astronauts feel as they prepare for the space shuttle to launch. Watching the clock as the minutes, then seconds, count down. Hearts pumping with eager anticipation. Doing all of the last-minute checks to make certain that things will go off without a hitch. And then, it’s time. A dramatic pause, maybe a few tears, sparks flying and then it’s all-systems ‘GO’!
There was always this glorious moment when I finally found myself alone where I would just simply pause and soak in the silence. I would close my eyes and just feel it enveloping me, wrapping me up and reminding me that I was, in fact, an actual person and not just a pacifier finding, train track building, baby food making, diaper changing robot.
But then, sometimes, that same wonderful silence would become almost overwhelming. I would feel like it was mocking me with all of it’s possibilities. I’ve been craving this alone time and now, all of a sudden I felt a sense of panic beginning to rise up in me.
Should I take a nap?
Should I sit down and read a book…which will inevitably lead to taking a nap?
Should I clean the kitchen?
Should I take a nap?
Should I catch up on the shows I haven’t watched in 2 years?
Should I take a nap?
Should I call that friend who I never get to talk to without being interrupted a million times?
Should I take a nap?
The thoughts would swirl and twirl all around in my mind until I felt like I was developing a temporary case of schizophrenia. I would find myself wandering around the house, never actually determining how I was going to spend the time. Here I had longed for, intensely craved a few minutes to myself and now that I had it, I didn’t know what to do with it.
What felt like a gift had suddenly become an overwhelming burden because I was so afraid of not making the absolute, positive MOST out of every single minute.
Think about the pressure I was putting on those 2 hours. They were expected to live up to this fantasy I had created in my mind and somehow magically fulfill every longing.
And, inevitably, I would be left feeling let down. The kids would come back home and my life as ‘mom/pacifier finder/train track builder/diaper changer/robot’ would resume and I would look back on that free-time with regret.
Somewhere deep in the recesses of my heart I knew that I had wasted it. I felt as though I had failed at yet one more thing. As a mom of young children, that sense of failure was already something I was very familiar with. It seemed like at every corner I was coming up short and now I realized that I was even a failure at what should be a guarantee. I should know how to relax, right? I should know how to make the most of two hours without running around like a chicken with my head cut off. I should feel refreshed afterwards, not sad and confused.
I’ve recently realized that I tend to approach the start of a new year in the same way that I used to approach those kid-free moments years ago.
I see the months and weeks and days (and minutes and seconds!) of this fresh year stretching in front of me with all of it’s possibilities.
At first, it all seems so exciting and ripe with opportunities and I have no doubt as to how I will fill each moment.
I’m going to give the dining room a makeover!
I’m going to finish writing that blog post I’ve had half-written for 6 months!
I’m going to get up extra early in the morning!
I’m going to organize the attic!
I’m going to spend more time studying the bible!
I’m going to find another way to volunteer!
And then, just like in those days of early motherhood, I find myself completely overwhelmed by all of the options and stressed out thinking about how critical it is that I make the absolute MOST out of every day.
But, friends, not this year.
You see, I think I’ve had it all backwards. I’ve spent way too much time trying to be certain of myself and of ‘all of my ways’. And this striving for certainty in my life has led me to that place where the thought of what ‘tomorrow may bring’ doesn’t just fill me with ‘a sigh of sadness’. It fills me with fear and doubt. The more I’ve reached for certainty all on my own, the more uncertain and untrusting I’ve become of God.
Frankly, the thought of abandoning myself to Him seems completely and utterly terrifying. The unknown has never been something I’ve been particularly fond of. 😉
When I was given the glorious gift of kid-free moments all of those years ago, it was my inability to abandon myself which ultimately led to it feeling like more a punishment than a blessing. And it always ended with a ‘sigh of sadness’. Not because it was over. But because it never lived up to what I had imagined in my head.
But, what if I did it differently this year?
What if, instead of running around trying to figure out what is going to happen in the months, weeks, days, minutes and seconds of the new year, I embraced the uncertainty of it all? In fact, what if I not only embraced the uncertainty of it but I replaced that uncertainty about what tomorrow will bring, with certainty about God. About who He is. About His character. About His love for me.
Being certain about God doesn’t mean I can’t have dreams or make plans or wonder about what is to come.
But it does mean that my trust in Him trumps my need for certainty.
And I’m ready. I’m ready to abandon myself to Him and to the task He has placed closest to me.
I’m ready for my life to be filled with surprises.
Which is saying a lot for a girl who absolutely hates surprises!
But, I know that His surprises will far surpass anything that I could have ever imagined. They always have!
And how about for you? Are you ready to get comfortable with being uncertain in YOUR ways so that you can be certain of HIS?
Maybe we can form a support group! Who’s with me? 🙂
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kim kopp says
Beautiful Post. I’ve been thinking through the same concept… taking the focus off of me and my doing and my wants ===> and asking God to take the lead. Love this!!!
Donna Marie says
Sit back relax, He has a plan for you and there is nothing you can do about it!!!
I’m with you, but not quite as confident as you sound. Even when one is retired they still can’t seem to relax and just enjoy being! Is it our Puritan-like raising? I haven’t figured it out yet. But that’s what I’m going to work on- trusting and not worrying.
Bless you for this most lovely testimony.
Hi – I have not been very religious in the past, but your post spoke volumes to me. Thank you
Exactly what I needed this morning! Thank you for sharing! I have been following your blog for a couple months now and it has been such enjoyment and encouragment! Today’s post was great and definitely how I need to approach 2015!
At The Picket Fence says
So glad that you enjoyed it Jennifer and thank you for following along with us! We are always so thrilled to make new friends here. Happy New Year! 🙂
Amen! The older I get the more I am just like I do what I can do. I also, as a natural planner, have to be careful of not planning over God. Loved this post!
Mimi Matthews Passionista At Large says
I really love that quote by Oswald Chambers. Breathless expectation is so picturesque! To me it protrays “leaning toward”. And that is what I hope to do…lean toward God and embrace what He has for me. Such a great post, my dear. Thank you.
“It’s not always about being better, it’s about getting closer.”
This post reminds me to “Be still and know I am God” and see what becomes of 2015 <3
Love this post… I can totally relate to that feeling of needing to find the perfect way to spend my alone time. A couple of weeks ago I spent about 40 minutes searching Netflix and Amazon for the perfect chick flick to watch with my alone time. I eventually picked one that ended up being absolutely terrible and a complete waste of my time. On a deeper level, I find that going through rough and uncertain times can be so difficult to let go and trust God… until I realize that just flipping a mental switch can give me peace. I can feel overwhelmed at not being able to control my life and avoid deep wounds, OR I can feel relief and peace one I acknowledge that God is in control… And that’s a wonderful thing! Thanks for reminding me of that, I needed it today!
Thank you for sharing your heart. You have expressed many of our thoughts maybe years past or possibly the present…
Great post! I really can relate!
Julia G. says
Thank you for this post! May your 2015 be full of His surprises!
Shirley@Housepitality Designs says
Beautiful post Vanessa…as I get older, I have learned to seize the day and enjoy every moment and not sweat the small stuff as He has a wonderful plan for each of our lives.
SUSAN SHIPE says
Vanessa, this was appropriate, beautiful, and scary. You know what I mean, I’m sure. xo