I still contend that it’s not too much. Many people do much more and do it well; a younger self once did much more, too.
That is not me.
That is not now.
As Christmas drew near and the year began drawing its final, chilly breaths, I mustered my courage and whispered secret words to a dear Friend:
“I just feel like such a failure.”
The context was homeschooling, but the truth was deeper. It was everything. And I hadn’t told anybody.
I just couldn’t do it. It’s too much. It isn’t too much, but it’s too much. The last few months of 2014 left me desperately trying to hide this secret chaos that was growing in my spirit. Every evening I went to bed, glad that I had finally caught up on this, but fretting over that which had now been neglected. It became too much. Why was it too much? Why couldn’t I catch my breath or a break? I can show you my schedule — it is NOT too much! This is all perfectly within reason. Look at her. Look what all she does. What is wrong with me?!
The Lord has been answering me; that’s for a later post, if God gives me the words and the opening. For now, I want to ask you a question He asked me:
What are you doing that God has not specifically consecrated you for?
This question is revolutionary, if you weigh your response prayerfully.