We had a great time celebrating Moms yesterday. Moms are these amazing creatures that seem to be everywhere and doing everything. This ability to multitask is a blessing, but it can lead to problems if Moms try to perfectly balance their lives through more multitasking.
Perfect balance is an impossibility. Just as soon as you think you have everything balanced, life throws you a curve: a sick child … a flat tire … change of plans … I’m sure you know the drill.
Instead of trying to be the perfectly balanced multitasker, I suggest that you become a purposely imbalanced, God-leaning mother.
Imbalance your day toward God.
Take the time necessary to lean into God, and the rest of your day will be well-ordered.
Dads and kids, the greatest thing you can do to honor your wife/mother, is to make sure she has undisturbed time alone with God. I promise you that after she spends this time, the rest of her day—and therefore your day—will go much more smoothly. Help her to imbalance her life.
Here’s a great poem from Faye Inchfawn written in 1920:
See, I am cumbered, Lord, With serving, and with small vexatious things. Upstairs, and down, my feet Must hasten, sure and fleet. So weary that I cannot heed Thy word; So tired, I cannot now mount up with wings. I wrestle – how I wrestle! – through the hours. Nay, not with principalities, nor powers— Dark spiritual foes of God’s and man’s— But with antagonistic pots and pans: With footmarks in the hall, With smears upon the wall, With doubtful ears, and small unwashen hands, And with a babe’s innumerable demands. I toil with feverish haste, while tear-drops glisten, (O, child of Mine, be still. And listen—listen!) At last, I laid asideImportant work, no other hands could do
So well (I thought), no skill contrive so true.
And with my heart’s door open—open wide— With leisured feet, and idle hands, I sat. I, foolish, fussy, blind as any bat,
Sat down to listen, and to learn. And lo,
My thousand tasks were done the better so.
Craig T. Owens 