How?

How does anyone get it all done?

All!

Schooling. Mopping. Grocery shopping. Rest. Sex. Clean toilets. Laundry. Appointments. Church. Encouraging others. Kissing boo boos. . . And doing it all again.

How?

Maybe, sometimes, its just not supposed to get ALL done.
Maybe, sometimes, we need a reminder that we can't do it ALL.
Maybe, sometimes, we get these slaps upside the head from a loving Father to remind us that HE can do it ALL. He has. He does. He will. ALL in all.
Maybe, sometimes, we get the grace to give it ALL back.

Open hands. Heaviness lifted. Grace placed.

Maybe, sometimes, we forget to just be still. Grace.

"You took my hand and whispered, 'Come to me when your weary, and I'll give hope when your hurting, I'll give you rest from your burden. . . Now.'" ~ Lyrics from Come to Me by Jamie Grace

I don't know how long it's been just busy.
I remember when I had WAY less littles, and the littles I had were still little. I remember wondering, "What should we do today?" What plans can we make?" "Let's just go to the park." "I wish I could do more." "I wish I had a good girl friend."

This week I've been looking forward to today. Thursday. No pressing appointments. Just schooling, cleaning, kissing boo boos. Calls to and from good girl friends. Planning those other things I do, leading. Rewashing, for the 3rd time that load of towels that have been in the washer since . . . ? Finally doing some more laundry. Because we just haven't become nudist yet.
Mopping? Hummm?

I've asked, "How am I going to do ALL that?"
I haven't asked, "Why?" I remembered (in the midst of my forgetfulness) that "to whom much was given, much will be required . . . to whom much was entrusted, they will demand the more." (Luke 12:48)

I've been given much. I'm blessed beyond measure. I've been entrusted with the eternal souls of EIGHT little persons. EIGHT! Plus, the few tiny people I get to play with once a week outside the house. Overflowing amazement.

Entrusted. And they demand the more. And More.

Food. Clothing. Training. Grace.

And the Father, all perfect in glory and all good things, provides for me to provide for them.

Grace placed.

Plus, He's given me two good helpers. An earthly shepherd, provider, protector, lover. And an internal comfort, guide, lover.
A godly husband and God Himself as the Holy Spirit. Two good guides. Sent from the One who makes all things new. Good. Renews. Brings to life the dead and stinking (me).

Redeemed.

So, this morning we are letting the music play longer. We are playing longer. And little we are playing with the music.

Singing. Dancing. Laughing. Loving. Cheering.

Glory came down. And I'm still. Praising Him.  Refilled.

How?

By grace alone. "Leaning on the everlasting arms." Getting me out of the way of Him. Who CAN do it ALL.

He has. He does. He will.

Let's roll!


"And now I commend you to God and to the word of His grace, which is able to build you up and to give you the inheritance among all those who are sanctified." ~ Acts 20:32


Strength for today and glad hope for tomorrow.