Her list was never empty, she’d always say, “Tomorrow we will.”
Her list never made room for fun, her body was never still.
The demands of assumed expectation kept her wound up tight.
The little faces waiting for her to play, were out of mind, out of sight.
They built with blocks and colored pictures, and set them by her door.
Wanting to surprise her, they brought her gifts galore.
This busy working mom, good intentions and all, got up out of her seat.
She went to check on the kids and she was going to grab a drink.
She opened her door but did not see, all the many toys piled neatly at her feet.
In one swift second, the upright mama became as steaming as one hot sauna.
She murmured and got up and looked around to see all her children wearing a frown.
It didn’t take long, God spoke straight to her heart, “You are running on empty, let them fill you with love.”
That mama broke down crying. What had she become?
The kids ran over to her, and hugged her oh so tight.
The tears hit their shoulders while she grasped them with all her might.
That was the day she stopped running. Running from fuel for the soul.
She stopped listening to haste, made room for creative space, and embraced her kids a ridiculously amount of times per day.
The list wasn’t offended, either were people out there.
The fact of the matter is: there will always be something to be done, but the light from Jesus the So is helping her live for an audience of One.
He is the fuel for her soul.
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