I have to be honest with you- rest isn't something that is really happening in our corner of the world these days. Between late night feedings and scrambling around to get things done during those few-and-far-between daytime naps, we are constantly going. It's amazing how busy life can get even when you are trying to cut back. Especially with a baby. I'm lucky if I can shower and do the dishes, let alone workout, clean the house, do lesson plans, and have a social life.
But this morning, Evie went back to bed after waking up at 6:30 for her morning feeding. Oh, the joy that filled my heart. I slept for a bit longer, then got up and made myself a cup of coffee (seriously, the nectar of the gods) and read my Bible for a while. I peeked in on her a while later and she was still blissfully asleep (see photo above). So I actually have a rare moment to blog... what? Blog? What is that???
Somehow, even in the midst of this chaos, God is teaching me about rest. He's teaching me about letting go of things that get in the way of rest- my need for a spotlessly clean house, the flawed notion that dinner should be on the table by the time my husband gets home, my desire to be fit and thin and bikini-ready again, this pervasive and ugly feeling that our life should somehow look perfect on the outside. In reality, I think the rest He is calling me to is more mental than physical. I still have to get up at 3:30 am when my baby girl needs food, but I can let go of the fact that I didn't finish everything I wanted to do yesterday. I may have to perform what should be simple and mundane tasks with one hand while bouncing a baby on my hip, but I can accept the fact that my house is going to be a little on the messy side for a while. Rest.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go stare at my baby and wonder at the fact that she's still asleep right now...
