You carve out nine hours a day to go to a job, pick up groceries on the way home from work, and then pick up the kids from their after school programs before heading home to throw a pizza in the oven for supper and pulling homework out of backpacks and setting it out on the kitchen counter.
Then its off to take Bella to dance and Micah to Martial Arts, but not before a meltdown from Bella because she has misplaced her dance bag with her dance shoes in it – again.
On your way to drop Micah off at Martial Arts your husband calls and asks you to pick up a card for his boss’s birthday. While the kids are at their lessons you run to Walmart to grab the card and a box of brownie mix for a party in Bella’s classroom tomorrow – she promised to bring brownies and you just found out about it on the way to dance.
After picking up way more than the two items at Walmart, you rush back to pick up Bella and Micah and once home you throw in a load of laundry while making sure homework is started and the brownies are in the oven.
After your husband assists you with a few homework meltdowns and sending the kids off to bed, he gives you a kiss and heads off to bed himself. Then you fold a load of laundry, get your clothes set out for work, and prepare the kids lunches for tomorrow.
Then . . . with a deep sigh . . . you sit down on the sofa, knowing that it all starts over tomorrow. Sound familiar?
In my days of that kind of rush I found solace in those late night hours, when everyone had gone to bed and I was able to sit quietly in the stillness of my living room.
Often times with only the street light illuminating through the curtains, I would sit with my feet curled up on the sofa and look around the dimly lit room. I could hear the click, click, click of the kitchen wall clock and the soft whirring of the refrigerator.
Knowing that my kids were sleeping peacefully in their beds and there were no more demands on me, my body would tingle with the feeling of quiet and stillness.
In those moments I would ponder the day and reflect on what I had to be thankful for. No demands. No rush. No expectations. Just peace.
To get my mind completely at peace I would first reflect on my standing with God. If not for the relationship I have with God, I could not know the true inner peace that my mind so much desires.
Then I would think of a place that I created in my mind that gently nudged me into a quiet within my soul.
It’s a beautiful place in the woods. A lazy little river flows through it and the sun is softly shining through the tall, old willows that have grown and lived in harmony with the river for centuries.
I breathe in relaxation. I breathe out tension and anxiety.
In a small area, at the bank of the river, sand stretches out into a welcoming little beach. Created especially for me, I set down a small beach chair in the shallow water and with anticipation of relaxation, I sit down. The gentle flow of the water on my feet and the warm air with a slight breeze is just enough to bring calm to my body.
A butterfly softly floats through the air and lands on a flower. A dragonfly sits softly on the arm of my chair adding to the peace of the moment. The leaves rustle gently in the trees and an occasional bird sings a sweet little song.
Tilting my head back I allow the soft rays of sunshine to melt into my skin. The rays warm my body as my feet are bathed in the softness and gentle flow of the water around them.
Completely calm, as soft as the river is flowing, I’ve found peace.
The muscles in my face begin to soften. The muscles in my neck start to ease. The churning in my stomach settles and my mind begins to slow while the soft, warm breeze carries away the remainder of my tension.
The sun is whispering “Shhhh, quiet your mind.” The soft breeze is saying “Be still. Rest”.
In that moment my world is at peace.
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