Stahlke Adoption

Holidays

I have so much trouble with holidays. What would most regenerate me is to sit under a tree and read a book. Instead, the day is mostly scheduled with appointments and the prep for them, and between the cracks, childcare takes over. The events are fun, but after a long day of work on Sunday (two services, a p.r. mailing, and a wedding), my energy level is pretty low.

Tuesday arrives, and everyone's back at work or school. It's quiet, and I'm taking my alone time this morning. It comes out of my hide, however, with bills due and ensembles at church beginning this week. But Jonathan reminded me that if I don't take time for myself now, I'll crash later.

Other mothers have assured me that this dilemma is not unique to me. The famous passage from Ecclesiastes (chapter 3, verses 1-8) keeps me going and reminds me to enjoy life now, even if it's different than I would choose for myself.

There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:

a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,

a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,

a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,

a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,

a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,

a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,

a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

posted by Stahlkes @ 8:52 AM