I’ve noticed that I’ve been a little tense lately.
My body is talking to me. Simple health issues belie the stress. My schedule has been crowded. My inner spirit feels the need to take a breath.
In this my second year of retirement, I’ve not put restrictions on my activities like I did the first year. And I am feeling a bit overloaded.
Today I had plans; then I canceled them. Instead I went to a friend’s home and sat in her sun room and began to take a breath. She served me sumptuously, what she called simple fare but to me was fit for a queen. Queen of quite a lot on her plate. I relaxed in her comfortable friendship and the view of trees and sky. I nestled into the chair with the pillow at my back, breathing deeply.
We talked. Sometimes that is the prescription I need. No pressure to do anything, but simply the opportunity to be myself and to express my feelings.
My friend gave me a gift today, spur of the moment for sure. She was willing to change her plans on my behalf, to minister to me around her table.
It is around the table where I find ministry takes place so often. I think of Jesus and His disciples around the table at the last Passover they celebrated together. Jesus had longed for that time with them. It was the evening before His momentous event, and it was spent reclining at the table, sharing food and talking with His friends. Jesus had words of love to impart and words that would call them to the same kind of love.
This afternoon I am breathing easier; I’m taking some time to rest. I will fulfill my scheduled appointments already penciled into my calendar. But I feel the Spirit urging me to be careful. Take time to think through the plans and resulting actions required. Consider what God wants to do with me, in me, through me.
I don’t plan on sitting around the rest of my life. That’s not what I’m called to do. There is still work with my name on it. There is work and there is rest. There are appointments to keep and there are margins to guard and maintain.
Life is to be abundant, joyful, and about the Father’s business. It just doesn’t have to be bursting at the seams.