Let me start this off by telling you that I am a little stressed out by this whole endeavor of posting something every single day for 31 days. It turns out, however, that I get stressed out rather easily; although if you asked me I would vehemently argue the opposite, insisting that I am completely "breezy," and easygoing always. I'm not even going to ask Adam his opinion on the whole thing.
I actually don't even really know what "31 days" is, and just happened to read a post on Emily's blog and then couldn't stop feeling this strange nudging on my heart and hearing the word MARGIN bouncing around between my ears.
See, today has been one of those days. You know, the ones where you feel like everything is just entirely too hard? Where things feel so completely overwhelming, and it's grey and drizzly and all you really want to do is crawl into bed, pull your covers over your head and hide for a couple hours (or possibly a few weeks). You do understand that feeling right? Please say it's not just me. Sometimes I get all stressed out (read: NOT breezy) even on days like today where nothing terrible happens, just a series of small disappointments and failures and tantrums and mis-steps that all contribute to making me feel like perhaps I can't catch my breath. So Adam told me not to come home until I had spent some time at Starbucks just relaxing and breathing and reading (have I mentioned he's the best?), but I couldn't find my Kindle (shocking, since our house is a hot mess) so I mostly have just been sitting here sipping a salted caramel mocha and thinking.
And I've stumbled into the conviction that God wants to teach me some things about margin. Because our lives currently? Have no margin.
Pages need margins to be read. Words need margin to be understood. Our brains need margin to think, and our lives need space to breathe, to process, to think, to move forward.
And I think we need to figure out this whole margin thing: what is it, what does it look like, how do we get it. . .
So I'm going to do my darndest to commit to taking the next 31 days to listen, read, write, think, ponder, and question . . . what is margin and how can I create some in my life? I hope you'll join me.
And I also hope that you wont be too disappointed if I dont ACTUALLY post every single day this month. Because, like I said, this level of commitment makes me all twitchy and stressed. I just hate disappointing people, ever. Which may, in fact, be a part of the problem.
I actually don't even really know what "31 days" is, and just happened to read a post on Emily's blog and then couldn't stop feeling this strange nudging on my heart and hearing the word MARGIN bouncing around between my ears.
See, today has been one of those days. You know, the ones where you feel like everything is just entirely too hard? Where things feel so completely overwhelming, and it's grey and drizzly and all you really want to do is crawl into bed, pull your covers over your head and hide for a couple hours (or possibly a few weeks). You do understand that feeling right? Please say it's not just me. Sometimes I get all stressed out (read: NOT breezy) even on days like today where nothing terrible happens, just a series of small disappointments and failures and tantrums and mis-steps that all contribute to making me feel like perhaps I can't catch my breath. So Adam told me not to come home until I had spent some time at Starbucks just relaxing and breathing and reading (have I mentioned he's the best?), but I couldn't find my Kindle (shocking, since our house is a hot mess) so I mostly have just been sitting here sipping a salted caramel mocha and thinking.
And I've stumbled into the conviction that God wants to teach me some things about margin. Because our lives currently? Have no margin.
Pages need margins to be read. Words need margin to be understood. Our brains need margin to think, and our lives need space to breathe, to process, to think, to move forward.
And I think we need to figure out this whole margin thing: what is it, what does it look like, how do we get it. . .
So I'm going to do my darndest to commit to taking the next 31 days to listen, read, write, think, ponder, and question . . . what is margin and how can I create some in my life? I hope you'll join me.
And I also hope that you wont be too disappointed if I dont ACTUALLY post every single day this month. Because, like I said, this level of commitment makes me all twitchy and stressed. I just hate disappointing people, ever. Which may, in fact, be a part of the problem.