My grandma used to tell me the story when I was a little girl about how they would go get some chickens from the farm, come home and chop their heads off as they prepared them for dinner. She said they would run around the backyard like crazy. As gruesome as the story, I always thought the vision of chickens running around headless, was funny.
I am the chicken, head cut off, running around like crazy.
It's not as funny, when you are the figurative chicken.
It's the end of the year. There are programs, graduations, gifts, games, awards, field days, special outfits, special days, meals and festivities to be had. Not to mention the day to day that still needs to get done.
I am in a constant state of panic. Crazed stricken texts to my friends -- what do I need to send for that camp, you know that one, by some funny name I can't pronounce. Then, looking at my calendar to see when I can fit in the washing of the underwear since turning them inside out is frowned upon. Dinner? Are you trying to send me into a tailspin? Where's the paper bag?
All jesting aside this time of year can leave you down-right exhausted. Dog-tired. Bone-weary. Frazzled. Limp. Kaput. Sapped. Shot. Spent. Ready to drop. Outta gas. Bushed. Wasted. Drained.
You get the idea. Maybe you know the feeling.
In the heat of the moment, our knee-jerk reaction is to buckle down and get to work doing it all in our own strength. Taking any unnecessary items off the to-do list to get the necessary items done.
I pulled the plug on time with God for a few days. I just didn't have time to sit at His feet in prayer or read the bible.
Bad idea. I didn't feel ahead or flourish. On the contrary, I began to flounder.
I was a fish flopping on the ground searching for air. I was the chicken flapping around like crazy without my head.
28 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”
Although the story my Grandma told made me laugh as a child, I will let the actual chickens do the crazy dance. Instead, I made a conscious effort to carve out time for God. Take time to sit at His feet. Give him my cares, my worries, my frustrations, my to do lists.
Breathe in that scripture from Matthew 11 that promises that when we go to God with our burdens and are weariness that He will give us rest. He will give us rest. That time will look different for all of us but when your shoulders start to sag, your mind starts running, you can't fall asleep, seek Him.
In the midst of chaos you cannot change, He will give you rest.
It doesn't mean this season of chaos will go away but in the middle of the storm, he will shelter us with His peace as only He can do. No amount of flexing our weary muscles will bring that relief.
So weary friend, keep on, keeping on in this busy, pandemonium. Remember whose you are and who will give you rest if you simply seek Him. He is willing and waiting to walk with you.
Oh, what peace we often forfeit
Oh, what needless pain we bear
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer
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