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Busy

I feel busy
Is that how the rest of my life will feel?
Like there is always something I should be doing
The day to day feels hard at times
And when someone asks why
I can’t explain the phenomenon of busyness
It’s just wave after wave
To do after To do
What can I do to prevent this?

Saying no seems like the logical answer
How do you say no to writing to your grandma?
How do you say no to walking your puppy?
How do you say no to your brokenhearted friend?
How do you say no to dinner with your wonderful in laws?
How do you say no to a phone call from your mother?
How do you say no to friends birthday celebrations?

You do not.
You dig in.
You keep going.
Because they are important to you
You sleep hard and you wake early
You sneak away for moments alone
You get over yourself
There will always be something
Something that you should not say no to

Sometimes just being present is enough
Sometimes just being real is enough
Sometimes you can show up and say “I am tired, but you are important to me, so I am here”
Sometimes all you need is a little affirmation… “This means the world to me”

I live for those days
When I can tell I have made a difference
When someone tells me it mattered
Because I spend so much time hoping it does
Praying that my effort is noticed
Wishing that someone would get me and see my heart

Does anyone hear me?
Is this reverberating with someone?
God show me how to be busy and find rest in you
God show me how to love well and sleep hard

God keep my heart tender to those that you love

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