How do I walk out my days? Do I savor them? Or do I rush each moment, perhaps sprinkling a wee bit of salt on them, but coming to bedtime bland?
I have fallen into the trap that prompts me to believe busy-ness equals value. Busy-ness equals productivity. Busy-ness equals worth.
It’s easy to rush through my days. From the moment my husband awakens me to the moment we say good-night, every moment is filled. And it’s not always with the good things, the savory things of life.
Instead, I have appointments, activities and to-do’s that push me from one moment to the next, with no time to really think about—to savor—what may have just happened. When I’m in that busy-mode, my time with my boys is shallow. One of them may come to me, “Mom, I need to talk to you about my day.”
“Not how, honey. I have to get dinner ready so we can get to karate.”
And the boy walks away, his shoulders, stooped.
And I missed a moment of savoring fellowship with this son who is quickly growing toward manhood. What do my “No’s” teach him? That the activity is more important than the heart? More important than him in my list of priorities?
Sure, he doesn’t understand all that needs to happen to keep our family functioning. If “Not now” is too often in my vocabulary, the family will cease to function. No matter how hard I push to make sure we get to their activities on time. No matter how many to-do’s get crossed off my daily list.
I miss out on those moments of savoring—treasuring—moments with our boys. They are numbered. And that number grows smaller by the day.
When I am busy about life, bustling from one calendar event to the next, not checking in with God, I will miss savoring moments in my days.
To really savor my life, I need heed God’s call, “Come to Me.” He desires relationship with us.
It’s only when I seek out relationship with my Father, that I can be attuned to authentic relationship with my family. When that boy asks, “Mom, can we talk?” I need to be ready—as often as possible—to stop what I’m doing, slow life down and just sit with him. I’ve found, when I do this, these sons give me glimpses into their hearts, their worries, the things that bring them joy. And those moments knit our hearts together.
And I love being knit together with my three guys.
This only happens when my life isn’t going at mach ten 24/7. I need moments of stillness with my Father first. It’s only when I am intimate with Him that I can be sensitive to those savoring moments He wants to place in my day with my family. And with those in my circle.
Walking out each day in a way that gives me opportunities to savor them requires me saying no to the good so I can say yes to the best. In His best is where I want to live.
I can only live in this place if I’m not striving for affirmation, value, worth through busy-ness. When I say yes only to the things God gives me the okay for, then I can live a savoring life, not a too-busy-but-bland life. I can taste the garlic, the basil, the thyme sprinkled into my days . . . and I can be enriched by them.
What about you? How do you savor your days? How do you keep yourself from becoming too busy to really savor relationships?