I’m sleepy. I’m tired. I have clothes that need to be washed and dishes that need to be put away. My refrigerator is almost empty. When I walked across the kitchen floor earlier, I felt something sticky on the bottom of my sock. Whatever it was, it’s still there. I’m already planning to cancel my morning jog, go to bed without brushing my teeth, again, hit snooze twice, and wear the same pants I wore yesterday to work because, hey they are black, it’s convenient, and no one will notice.
The interesting thing is that one of the reasons I’m experiencing all of this domestic backlog is I have committed a significant chunk of my time and energy to my calling. About 2 years ago I decided to fully embrace my passion for writing and speaking. I’ve been going full speed ahead. At any given moment, I am either working my “9 to 5”, tending to the needs of my husband and children, writing, reading, thinking about writing, thinking about reading, or sleep. Take this very moment, for example; it’s 10:30 P.M. and I have yet to finalize a speech to be delivered in less than 48 hours, write a blog to be published in less than 24 hours, and here I am writing about just that.
This thought crossed my mind several times today: my life would be so much easier if I would stop writing and speaking. I would not be as sleepy and tired. I’d have more time to do laundry, grocery shop, and clean my kitchen floor. I would work out more consistently and fully commit to a healthier bedtime routine that would involve teeth brushing more often and burning the midnight oil less often. I would probably even retire those faithful black work pants and iron up a weekly wardrobe with more variety. Yep, I would have so much more time to spare!
But I kept writing. I kept reciting. Why? Why not stop? Why not take the easier route?
Here is why: I’m not after ease. I’m after obedience. I keep at it because I was called to write. I keep at it because I was created to speak. I keep at it because I can’t not do it. I’ve been down that road before. Yes, I had tons of “free” time. Yet, it was time I spent reminiscing about past experiences rather than creating new ones.
It was time to go for it! So, I did. And here I am. And there you are: reading something I wrote.
What a blessing!
My schedule is full. So is my heart.
Can you say the same? Are you moving full speed ahead living out what it is you were called and created to do in this world?
If not, ask yourself this question: how is someone’s life better because they’ve crossed your path? Within that answer lies your gift—the very thing you were designed to unwrap, craft, and offer to those around you. Go for it!
Will it be easy and fun at every point along the way? Not at all! But neither was the cross. Yet while we were dead in our sins Christ died for us. The least we can do is live for Him.
That’s why I’m still up—with my laundry crisis, sticky floor, empty fridge, and those lovely black pants laid across my chair ready to serve me well again tomorrow.
It’s about obedience not ease. Join me!
“. . . I urge you to live a life worthy of the calling you have received.” Ephesians 4:1