When you were a child did you ever try the “hide it under the edge of your plate” trick? You know the slick little maneuver meant to help you avoid eating more of something you really didn’t like or else help you give the impression that you had eaten enough to be excused? We all either have done it or thought about doing it at least once. Maybe you did, got caught, and decided the consequences just weren’t worth it.
I can say from experience that sometimes I wish grown-up life was like that. I’m not saying I want to be able to “fib” my way out of anything, that is most definitely not my intention, but rather be able to push something off to the side and fool myself into believing that I don’t have to do it.
Haven’t you ever stepped back and realized the gravity of all that you are responsible for? Picture it all on a huge plate, then think about just ever so quietly pushing one obligation off the side and concealing it away…instant free hour. Take for example the laundry. I am very thankful that my family has clothing and I am even more grateful that my washing machine works and I can do my laundry in the comfort of my own home. But there are times when I walk past that laundry room door, peak in at the enormous, multiplying pile that is covering the floor, and wish I could just shrug my shoulders and walk away. Push it right off the side of my overflowing plate.
Then there are the endless appointments, practices and other commitments. Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like to wake up and know that all I had to do that day was…nothing. What if the kids were all fed, the house was completely clean, no prior meetings or work time requirements were made? At this point in my life I would be completely lost. Matter of fact, it would be frightening.
Each time I begin to feel like I can’t handle one more thing God lightens my load. It may be in the smallest of ways, but it always helps. Mother Teresa once said, “I know that God will not give me more than I can handle, but sometimes I wish He didn’t trust me so much.” I think we have all felt that way from time to time, but I also hope that we all stop and realize how blessed we truly are.
The other day I was attempting to reduce that laundry pile I mentioned and as I started fork lifting another load into the washing machine a pair of my two year olds jeans fell to the floor. I picked them up and just stared at them for a moment. No bigger than a minute those little pants belonged to one part of my overflowing plate I know I could not function without. The little stubborn grass stains on the knees were a powerful witness to the enormous blessings my God has given me. I am thankful that my little guy is healthy and able to get those stains on his pants. I realized that my laundry wasn’t merely a job, a chore that had to be done, but it was a gift and one that I should be thankful for. You see God always has His ways of waking us up when we start to play those sad little “me” fiddles.
Feeling overwhelmed is normal, wanting to escape is not shameful, but sticking around and doing what is right is what counts in the end. I know that my God will not forsake me, or leave me to do it all alone and that is my comfort. That sweet knowledge is what keeps me going on those days when my burdened plate threatens to crush me.
May you all have a blessed weekend and enjoy spending time with your families. I am so thankful that our God loved us enough to give His only son.