Get Ready, Get Set–And Then What?


photo by David Law
photo by David Law

August. When those whose jobs move to the beat of the school year must begin.

Not that it’s ever over. Seasons change the tempo. The beat slows a bit in summer. August brings accelerato. A quick pick-up of tempo.

No one asks if the orchestra is ready to play faster. It’s written into the music.

What if I’m not ready to pick up the tempo? We’re just getting back from time and space. I’m not ready for tempo.

Getting back into the swing of things made me realize the swing was moving quicker than I’d anticipated.

It’s not been a gentle re-entry.

Laundry always awaits your return. Smelly, sometimes stiff. Not inviting.

Not ready for this.

We came back to a heat index of well over 100 degrees. Made things in the house a little sticky. One of the floor protectors we bought when we redid the house actually got bad enough to pull up a chunk of the laminate.

Not ready for this.

Our tower garden died. Death by heat exhaustion. All the little plants that were so promising two and a half weeks ago gave  up the ghost in the midst of the Florida heat. I was looking forward to those cucumbers and tomatoes.

Not ready for this.

Debbie has moved back home temporarily. Having just returned from two years in Puerto Rico, she still had all her college things that had taken up residence in one of the bedrooms. Then her suitcases vomited clothes all over other rooms, so she’s scattered around upstairs like seeds in the wind. With friends coming from overseas to visit soon, we’ve needed to clean out those rooms. Which has entailed Deb going through a purging of stuff that wasn’t anticipated. Or appreciated.

Not ready for this.

These have not been life-altering, world-changing, health-hazarding experiences. (Unless you count wilting or permanent sweat stains health hazards.)

I was just learning to step back. Breathe. Recognize that I don’t daily have to sacrifice myself on the altar of busyness and other’s expectations.

Then I step right back into it–you know, like the stuff that hits the fan.

Funny how being in a place of rest doesn’t teach you to rest.


It’s like those funky Bosu balls that challenge you to workout while trying to keep your balance. They’re supposed to strengthen your core. I’ve never used one, but they look a tad bit like a body builder’s passive/aggressive form of torture.

Balance is work.

It doesn’t happen just because I take a break. It’s me working at refocusing on what’s important.

Jesus reminds me that keeping my eyes on Him, giving Him my burdens, taking my concerns to Him will give me the peace I long for. The stability I need.

Real balance.

It can happen in the midst of the busy. Remembering who I am–Whose I am–and not compromising on what’s important.

It’s work. Making some choices means I’m choosing not to do something else. Like whining about my schedule. Or complaining that something hasn’t worked the way I wanted it to.

Rest and balance don’t happen apart from the One who created them. Who wrote the Book on them.

I’ve heard the starting gun. I need to decide how I’ll be in the race.



8 responses to “Get Ready, Get Set–And Then What?”

  1. AwakeningSardis Avatar

    I miss you. Balance and rest. Such hard things to learn and find in our culture.


    1. Miss you, too, C. Balance and rest are the opportunities to begin to learn here what heaven will really be like. I’m not sure I can wait,


  2. Dayle, I agree with you, that August brings a pick-up in tempo and that it’s NOT GENTLE! [I’m NOT really, either!] And I step back to busyness, also! We better stick with JESUS, with you guys, to get REAL BALANCE! [Give our regards to Debbie, when you think of it!] Love and Blessings in HIM, Lois and Curt


    1. Life isn’t gentle, though I’d love it to be. Jesus is–and I can live with that. Love you, Lo!


  3. Laughing about the suitcase vomiting clothing. I enjoy reading your words. May God bless you as you figure all of this out.


    1. You know this to be true–suitcases don’t get unpacked. They puke clothes. Thanks for your kind words, my friend.


  4. alice fredricks Avatar
    alice fredricks

    Yes, I’m sure I will always be working at trying to find that balance. Being the “doer” I am, resting just doesn’t come naturally. I’m trying to figure out how I, too, can incorporate more of it into my life.


    1. Well, Allie, that’s why you and I get along so well. We’re two peas in a pod–and I’ve got to tell you, I’m missing my pod-mate!


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