I’m coming to you live from Allume with Lisa Jo and a bunch of the wonderful five minute Friday lovelies that I’ve spent the last 10 months getting to know. We wrote and shared and spoke into each other’s lives and it was beauty.
So here’s my five minutes on Voice.
I am tired.
I overschedule things, I undersleep, I overstress, I underpray, I overeat, I underexcercise. I am busy.
I am getting better at setting boundaries but I look at the tiny colored dots filling my calendar, each color representing a thing I have to do and I often retrace my steps and wonder where in the details did it become so much. Each color coded speck shining up from my iPhone telling me that a chunk of my life is already taken. Claimed by something or someone.
And if I know anything being a mother in America, it’s that life is busy. We are all so very busy, even when we’re not. I want to take the slow route and simmer in the moments with my kids. I want to let my husbands arms linger around my waist and rise to meet the space between us before I pull away to stir the steaming pot, or answer the ding of my phone reminding me that there is a list. Things to do and this must wait.
I want to push pause and pull down the hands that tick away, always pointing in some other direction than here. I want to pour mugs and put feet up and giggle with friends. I want to chase the sun down on paths while the leaves change color.
I want to drown out the noise and hear the voices. I want to slip away time’ and linger while the chocolate melts sweet on my tongue, the flavor of your fellowship. In this place, we gather around words, craft our prose and praise and lay it before Him, a testament to his place in our stories. And I hear you, sweet sisters, I want to look deep and see souls and soak in spirit. And in this place, we celebrate voice, the sweet chorus of our stories rising in worship.