I know when I am too busy. When I don’t have time to sit down and write a simple blog post, reflecting on life, then I am too dang busy.
Busy-ness is not a crime. It is inevitable in some seasons of our lives. But when busy-ness keeps me from stopping to think, reflect, observe, and appreciate the nuances of life,well then, I am too dang busy.
Busy-ness is deceitful. It cloaks itself in noble endeavors and worthy causes. But sometimes the cloak strings are drawn too tightly and instead of cloaking, it is choking us.Choking our ability to breathe deeply and take in all that is around us.When busy-ness starts to choke, well then, I am too dang busy.
When my daughter says, “Mom, let’s watch a movie together,” and I say, “Sorry, I’ve got too much to do.” Well then, I am too dang busy.
When my husband says, “Honey, let’s go for lunch,” and I say, “I’ve got too much to do at work.” Well then, I am just too dang busy.
And now, we are heading into the ultimate season of busy-ness. Christmas. It’s the season we love, but it’s also the season of frantic rushing, insane spending, and too many parties. I’m not saying we shouldn’t party for Jesus’ birthday this holiday season; I’m saying let’s be picky about our choices. Because when we don’t limit our partying, we don’t have any time to spend with Jesus and when He says, “Janis, I want to just sit and spend some time with you,” and I say,”I’m too busy decorating for your birthday party, see you in January, Jesus. ”
Well then, I am just too dang busy.