In October and November life was slow. The days of waiting, doctors, medication, and healing dragged on for what seemed like an eternity. I longed for my days and nights to go back to normal. I yearned for my schedule, my life.
Now 6 months later, I have my schedule, my normal, my life back. What I forgot 6 months ago is my life is busy – a husband running 2 in-home businesses, 4 little ones, homeschooling, swimming lessons, photography jobs, client meetings, grocery runs, laundry, cleaning, calendar and meal planning… I get tired just typing it all.
But busyness means my life is better, right?
Is life really better when quiet times and Bible studies get crowded out,
Blogs go unwritten,
Conversations and words of life are left unsaid, and
Love left unshared?
(And, let’s be honest, sometimes the cleaning and laundry undone)
I AM better. I only have a few physical scars remaining. Most strangers would never even know I had brain surgery. But is life better?
Looking back, I wouldn’t say busy is better. I don’t want to just have a “busy” life. I want to have a “full” life and that life is found in the slow moments – the quiet moments, the loving moments, the life-giving moments.
I’ve experienced the slow life by necessity, and I wanted that life to change. Now I have to make a choice to slow down, to be quiet, to pause and reflect, and to be still and experience life in its fullness. And sometimes I am not always good at making that choice. These days I long for that slowness, because I know that life isn’t better when its busy or “normal”. Life is better when it is full and intentional.
Fullness comes from loving and being loved. Fullness comes from pouring into the lives of others. Fullness comes from being still and knowing I don’t have to get through my days alone. Fullness comes from Christ.
Today fullness, not busyness, is what makes my life better.