I have a million things going on right now. A delegation trip to prepare for, a venture into entrepreneurship in transition, a book to write, errands to run, a dog to groom. Oh, and my apartment has termites. And that just scratches the surface of the nightmare that is my to-do list.
You know what this all leads to? Burnout. Stress. Busyness that never ends. A perpetual need to achieve perfection and a perpetual disappointment at having not achieved it.
I would say that at around August of last year, I had been going through a huge emotional ordeal that (I’m ashamed to say) had taken away my desire to pray. I didn’t want to be vulnerable. I didn’t want to have to lay my problems at the Father’s feet. (As if He doesn’t already know what we’re going through, right?).
I’ve only recently started praying again.
And the more I do, the more I come to terms with the fact that I desire God’s Presence in my life more than anything. I desire His manifestation. I desire that His will be done in my life, or else I will jump ship on each and every one of the projects I have planned and meticulously outlined, as it will be all for naught if His hand is not in it.
If you’re anything like me you literally have to force yourself to look away from your calendar, your email, your to-do list. But on this Palm Sunday, I’m instead filling my day with all things Jesus. It’s Holy Week after all – we get to do that! Turn our attentions to Jesus, the Author and Finisher of our faith.
I prayed last night for peace in my mind, and I pray the same over whoever might be reading this! Our society speaks to the antithesis – plots from the enemy speak to the antithesis – of any slowness of pace that might be good for our health, that just might shift our focus back to God.
As my Bishop preached today, and even as I rest, I hold to a “HOSANNA” in my spirit. A “SAVE NOW” for the strength and wisdom to do this whole work+life+to-do list thing for His glory.
The next day a great multitude that had come to the feast, when they heard that Jesus was coming to Jerusalem,
took branches of palm trees and went out to meet Him, and cried out:
‘Blessed is He who comes in the name of the LORD!’
The King of Israel!”
Then Jesus, when He had found a young donkey, sat on it; as it is written:
“Fear not, daughter of Zion;
Behold, your King is coming,
Sitting on a donkey’s colt.”
His disciples did not understand these things at first; but when Jesus was glorified, then they remembered that these things were written about Him and that they had done these things to Him.
John 12: 12-16 NKJV
Blessed Sunday, and blessed Holy Week!