Every day brings new opportunities to make a slew of decisions. And as I live, each day continues to bring unpredictable moments where I am faced with a choice.
Do I say yes or no?
The past few weeks, my priorities had to shift and change immediately. It happened when I received this text:
“I need a friend. And I may need some help.”
From that moment, I knew. Down to the bottom of my soul… my friend’s suffering family had somehow torn into a million tiny pieces.
I just knew.
Little did I know she tried to call me the previous night while I was at my daughter’s swim meet and in the crazy night’s events of a double sleepover after and early morning team practice following…I didn’t even think to check my phone messages.
She texted me again later the next day – in the midst of camp and swim team pick up and all that is busy about summer with kids. What if she hadn’t? Would I have missed my call?
When God wants us there, it’s always clear…
As our talks unfolded and my heart broke open for her, I realized that there needed to be a shift in my priorities and changes were made accordingly so I could go help my friend.
Balls were dropped. “Yes”s turned into “No”s. Cancellations were made and substitutions were placed, as the blurriness of the crisis unfolded and I stepped in to help.
I made choices as the week continued and let go of this and that and the other… perhaps disappointing some and frustrating others.
I was okay with that.
But I kept my sights on what was truly worthy of my time. And I remained in the game with continuing some important responsibilities that needed to be done, while trying to help my dear sweet friend in need.
In order for me to keep the pace of the blurry weeks morphed into ‘survival mode’, I still had to come through for VBS and helping another dear friend organize the walk for the upcoming parade. I wanted to continue hosting my women’s group and certainly still needed to care for my kids. Those were significant parts of my life I needed to also keep ‘in play’ in the midst of this trying time.
So I said “No” to more and kept my “yes” to those very important things.
I missed quite a lot the past few weeks, along with sleep and any kind of quiet.
But I knew I was doing what I was called to do. And that, my friends…
After having a conversation with another friend who was concerned about my being stretched too thin, I affirmed for her that God was in the center of it all. I believed He would sustain me.
Although we need to take good care of ourselves, in order to give our best- there comes a time when we are called to go beyond ourselves and sacrifice more.
Every day I prayed that God would give me enough strength to continue through each messy and overwhelming moment. Every night I prayed that the few hours of sleep would be enough. Every time I felt that pang of anxiety fluttered with where I was to go and what I was to do… I prayed. Every step of the way, I reached for His Discernment and His Direction…
And every day, He was there.
Strengthening me. Restoring me. Leading me.
Re-affirming my prayers.
There are times when our lives blow out of control in ways we didn’t plan. Those are the times we need Him most.
Am I tired? Yep.
But sometimes saying yes means sacrificing for a friend…
Sometimes saying yes means pushing yourself beyond what you think you can do…
Sometimes saying yes means making changes and rearranging your life’s priorities for the unpredictable, unimaginable, and sometimes- unforgettable circumstances that are placed in your path.
This is the only way I can live. This, to me…
Is truly what life is really all about.
Shifts in priorities…
What is important to you? What will you remember months from now? Years from now?
I want to remember that I was there for my dear friend in her time of need.
I want to remember that I stepped up in honor of my pastor and friend, who asked me for a very special favor.
I want to remember that when God called me to be present, I showed up~ in all the right places with all the right people.
Oh, how that makes my weary heart full.
And the other balls I juggle will somehow realign, and I will find some balance again… as these priorities shift in a new way. I will go forward, knowing I made the right choices this time around, and I will pray that I make the right ones tomorrow.
In the end, that’s all that really matters.
Rest. Restoration. Replenishment…
All need to happen.
We are called to give more than what we think we can give.
Serve. Surrender. Sacrifice.
Because at the end of my life, I long to hear those sweet words…