Thursday, February 10, 2011

Every Moment Matters

As I write these words, I am missing two different appointments.

I’m supposed to be at my writers group meeting. I’m also supposed to be at a baby shower.

And yes, I do see the impossibility of being in two places at once, but that’s not the point of this post.

Instead of trying to find a way around the time-space continuum, I’m sitting on my couch, in my pajamas, surrounded by my children, also in their pajamas.

I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.

More than a writer or friend, I am, first and foremost, a wife and mother. And my role as wife and mother has totally and completely overshadowed all other roles lately.

As in there has been little or no time for me to be anything else.

And I’m coming to see that this temporary situation is not the end of the world. And that it doesn’t make me less of a writer, or a friend, or a volunteer, or anything else.

It just means I have my priorities in order.

I’ve been chafing about all the things I haven’t done. The agents I haven’t queried, the rejections I haven’t received because of the submissions I haven’t made.

But in the past week or so—as I’ve been fighting the automatic negative thoughts (ANTS) that tell me I’m the World’s Greatest Slacker—I keep thinking about all the heroes of the faith who knew, without a doubt, that they’d been called to do something fabulous.

And then spent the next 20 to 40 years doing something seemingly unrelated.

Think David.

Think Joseph.

Even - ready for it - Jesus.

Imagine. He spent thirty years just being human. Thirty years of reining in His power. Thirty years that we know almost nothing about.

But they were important. He didn’t experience everything we think and feel in the three years of His public ministry. He spent thirty years experiencing infancy, puberty and adulthood. He made friends, interacted with His siblings and worked in His earthly father’s shop. He watched as those He knew before the world began laughed, cried, lived, died.

And all of it—every moment—mattered.

I don't know where you find yourself today, but He does.

He's been there.

The three years of public ministry are the ones we know the most about. But the thirty years of preparation are what made these words possible...
Heb. 4:14-16 Since then we have a great high priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus, the Son of God, let us hold fast our confession. For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin. Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need. (ESV)

It may be ten, twenty or thirty years before I have the wisdom to look back on this time and see how God was using these days to mold me into the person He has called me to be.

But I am confident that He is up to something big, even on a pajama day!

What about you? Do you have a time of waiting you've already come to see for the time of preparation it really was? Please share it in the comments!

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Logan @LifeforDessert said...

that's good stuff Lynn. I don't know you, but I sure know these words ring true. Loved it.
Logan from

Lori Stanley Roeleveld said...

I will NEVER regret the years I devoted to being a mom/wife first. It flew by! One week from today I will officially be the mother of adults! We've struggled financially and I don't have a book published but I logged hours of quality time with my kids being home and homeschooling. They don't regret a moment and neither do I. I invested in them. Totally worth.

Charity Tinnin said...

I am so grateful that you take the time to be transparent with what God is showing you; because in the midst of my own failing to-do list, I needed to be reminded to be where I am today and not where I want to be in the future. This time is precious for its own purposes and in preparation. Thanks friend!!

Marcia Chadwick Moston said...

I love it. Pajama moments shared with kids and us. We learn to hear Him in the big things by obedience in the everyday "little" things. PS You and Lori have a similar voice. Enjoy you both!

Vonda Skelton said...

Beautiful post, Lynn! I got home from FL Sunday afternoon, even more behind than usual. But instead of dashing home to try to do some catching up, I brought the grandkids home with me and spent a glorious 24 hours playing Pigtail, Uno, and Apples to Apples; did a make-over for my little granddaughter; and ate lots of junk food.

I wouldn't trade that time for all the catching up in the world!