My brain swirls with things to do: meals I want to freeze, piles of clutter to tackle, Pinterest projects I want to make for the girls' new rooms. CJ says I am creating projects, orders me to stop and relax and rest.
And then there is this book I am writing, so many more interviews to transcribe and chapters to draft. My goal is to have most of the rough draft done before the baby arrives. I know I won't have much time after.
It all seems so important. I wake up each morning hardly knowing where to begin, watch my to-do list getting a bit longer each day. There are only seven weeks left, maybe fewer.
In a rare moment of quiet, I read Matthew 6:31-33: "Therefore do not be anxious, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you."
And I know, in the moment I read this, that I am to write, to leave meals unfrozen, rooms undecorated, clutter in piles. I am to write because God has asked me to, because that is to be my priority right now. When this baby is born, God will provide ways for us all to eat and function even if I am unable to prepare in advance the way I'd like.
This seems like a small thing, an easy step of obedience, but it is not. My soul wars against being told to choose the uncertain value of writing over the seemimgly certain value of plans and preparations. I'd love to be a full-time nester, not a full-time mother and a part-time writer.
But my calling is clear. God has spoken. I know there is joy in obedience, as hard as that obedience might be. Lord help me.