Many of you know that I work from home on Tuesdays while I keep Elliott and Jennifer is working here at the church. This can happen because I am not “Mama.” We co-exist quite well and actually, I am able to get a lot of things done. There is only one problem. My preoccupation with work. Yesterday, was a beautiful day and the spring fever started kicking in, so we decided to go to the park and hang out for a little while. My preoccupation went with me. I hate to admit this but I would have rather just stayed at home and finished my work, but I changed my mind once we started swinging. I was able to mentally leave work behind and started enjoying the moment at the park with Elliott and my nephews Thomas and Ryan. There is nothing like listening to a child laugh and play. Every time that the swing seemed to take their stomachs, they would just giggle and asked to go higher. I found myself no longer preoccupied, but enjoying the moment. Then I was reminded of this thought which leads me to my point. I can easily be replaced at work by someone else, but Elliott only has one Dad. I would in no way be considered a stereotypical “workaholic”; not even close. But I am guilty of being a “preoccupiedaholic.”
I don’t want that for me and I don’t want that for you. We are all busy, but we need to take a day. Take a day for ourselves and for the people that mean the most in our lives. God himself did so on Day number 7. With rest comes re-charging. I couldn’t wait to get to work this morning because I was refreshed. I also saw something else yesterday at the park. I saw people who were unchurched and it gave me a desire to strike up conversations. I will leave you with two quotes: “People don’t stop playing because they get old, they get old because they stop playing.” “Priorities. 100 years from now it won’t matter what kind of car I drove, how much money I had in the bank, or what my clothes looked like, but 100 years from now the world may be a little better because I was important in the life of a child.”