Boy, have I missed you! As always, the season for rest has flown by, and suddenly it’s back to the grind. I don’t know what the daily grind looks like for you, but I imagine it may include packing lunches and buying pencils, putting away the sunscreen and inflatables, breaking out a college textbook, or heading to the office by 7am. There’s a sense of comfort and order to it…but also dread, isn’t there? Here. we. go. There’s no escaping the stresses and struggles when vacation is over and we’re returning to the rhythm.
And yet a week ago, when I thought about all the mundane work ahead, the strangest sensation came over me. I felt grateful. If you’ve followed my blog for any length of time, you know contentment is not my forte, so the sensation shocked me. I found myself driving down the road, thanking God for work. The pleasure and purpose of hard work. In the past sixteen weeks I’ve been reminded that it is, indeed, a gift. Why sixteen weeks? Because that’s how long I’ve been carrying baby #3!
It’s been 2½ years since I’ve been pregnant, and let me just say–wow. I forgot how exhausting it is. That’s part of the reason I took a summer sabbatical. For weeks as I laid on the sofa, trying to stay awake and not hurl my breakfast across the living room, I kept thinking about my friends who suffer from chronic illnesses. I have always admired their outlook on life, but as pregnancy changed my daily agenda from “thrive” to “survive” I began to wonder, how do they do it? How do they transcend their body’s cry for physical relief? For weeks, I felt like I didn’t care if I read the Bible or put away the dishes. I was a toddler intent on one thing only–my immediate, felt needs. Give me that hotdog before I puke. If you let me take a nap, I’ll let you eat all the chocolate in the house. Everytime I thought about the women I know who thrive spiritually and emotionally in the face of constant physical discomfort, I was deeply convicted. I can’t say that I overcame the way my friends have. By God’s grace, I just sort of stumbled into trimester #2. But I can say that as the morning sickness eased and my strength returned, I embraced work with renewed vigor…and thankfulness.
Speaking of work, let me update you on some of mine. This summer I gave my blog a little facelift and (finally!) set up a Loving My Lot Pinterest page, which you can follow by clicking on the link to the right. Months ago I was invited to join the Christian bloggers’ Pinterest board “Heart and Home.” Feel free to check it out if you’re Pinterest savvy! I’ve also undertaken another writing project I feel strongly called to pursue…in the midst of pregnancy and preschoolers! All this to say, thank God I’m thanking God for work, because I’ve got mine cut out for me!
And I know you do, too. As we move forward into fall, may we rejoice in the work God has set before us, “look(ing) to the Lord and his strength; seek(ing) his face always” (Psalm 105:4).
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