From the sheer fact this post is coming to you on a Thursday not a Tuesday probably shows how hectic life has been of late. It was pretty hectic, then Sunday night my latop screen died, so now on top of the original madness of life I’m having to beg and borrow time on my husband’s or my daughter’s computer to do things.
Sometimes I end up with just too much of everything. I’ve barely had time to write lately and that’s tough to take for an author. The stories inside are building up and up and up and if I don’t get some writing time soon I may explode and not in a good way. I’ve got deadlines and meetings, I’ve got promo work to do for my author me and I’ve got a family to nurture and a house to keep clean and tidy (ish). There aren’t enough hours in the day.
It’s really tempting to think that if I skip church on a Sunday I could catch up a bit on my writing and other things. Sunday is ‘lost’ to church and family time each week. If I didn’t have that I’d have a whole other day to catch up. That’s dangerous thinking though because when I am this busy I need time to find peace, spend time with God and slow down.
Each day I’m trying to find some time to pray and meditate, to plug in to the healing love of the big guy upstairs who gives and gives until I’m overflowing. How do I find that time? With difficulty! I pray on buses. I’ve spent alot of time on buses lately, buzzing from one place to another, and although there is conversation surrounding me I actually find it quite easy to zone out and go to my happy place.
The bath or even the loo is another good place for a quick word with the Lord. Don’t worry, he’s seen it all before, he’s not offended by your ablutions or bodily functions. I’m sure he’s just glad to make contact. I’m not great at this. I know some folk are very regimented in their prayer times. I wish I could be but I am not good with self discipline and procrastination is my middle name.
But I know it’s important to find time to find peace and so I’m trying it. I’m having to be creative but I am reaping the benefits. I’d be melted in a puddle of pure panic today if I wasn’t convinced that God’s got it all in hand. One of my mum’s favourite hymns is ‘What I friend we have in Jesus’ and I think it’s relevant for my post today.
This week I’m searching for peace and finding it within the power of prayer. Thank God!