Do you ever have weeks that feel like one non-stop game of Whack-a-Mole? You know that thing you play at some loud kids’ pizza or bowling or go-cart place where you use a hammer and try to catch the mole and whack his head every time he pops up in some random spot? He’s relentless.
I’m trying to think about why that would be entertaining now that I think hard about it. Because this week has just been relentless. It’s mostly all piddly stuff (although some weighs heavy). Just too much to do and not enough time in the days to do it. Too much to remember and the brain space feels like some old and useless files need to be deleted to make some room. Too many plans to make and things to try every moment not to worry about.
My heart and mind and body just feel a little weary today.
And then, I remember to set it down. This is my constant decision. To think of someone else — don’t wallow. To not procrastinate — just get the thing over with. To refuse to worry — God sees and cares. To give myself room and permission to grieve and feel and say no now and then. To keep my focus on the blessings and not let the button-pusher have his way in my mind.
To find and enjoy the little things — and revel in the big ones!
I’m having my first grandson!! That miracle just washes all the rest off the canvas in streaks of paint that no longer have relevance in my picture. Father, You are so very, very good.
Ever have weeks like this? How do you snap yourself out of the funk?