Every year, I mourn the end of summer. While there is a part of me that appreciates fall’s set routine, I’m often looking over my shoulder with fond remembrance of the longer days, slower pace, and heaps of family togetherness that summer afforded.
Right around this time of year – mid September – I realize I have every right to mourn summer’s passing, and I give serious consideration to sack cloth, ashes, and a face-planted-pleading-prayer for summer to return. I’m not ashamed to admit that there may even be a few messy tears.
Balance. It’s the culprit and my earnest prayer every fall. That God in His infinite wisdom and exceeding grace would somehow supernaturally infuse balance into my life. That my days would be measured, well-planned, chock full of efficiency, and entirely interruption free.
[Insert a resounding laugh from the whole of heaven.]
For any of us who have attempted to achieve balance, we are well-acquainted with the fact that it does not come all that easy. It doesn’t at all diminish His goodness, but God certainly does not dole out balance like generous scoops of ice cream on a hot summer day. [insert sigh.]
Balance is achieved one step at a time. «Tweet that»
It’s a truth I’ve come face-to-face with on countless occasions, yet still somehow remain ridiculously shocked every time it reemerges. I wish for more balance, less of the have-to, and more of the love-to in my life. I fight the place I’m in and call it wrong, and wonder why that feels so uncomfortable.
This morning, the guy on my yoga video (see, balance!) said these words, “when we pursue balance, we must face imbalance, and more often than not, that’s very uncomfortable.” While he was speaking to the deep stretch in my hamstring, God spoke to the strong pull on my heart.
Balance isn’t achieved by standing still and complaining to God about where He has us, or running ahead and ignoring what He needs us to see, it simply happens one careful choice at a time.
“For everything there is a season…”
Ecclesiastes 3:1 NLT
My control over the [albeit, mildly crazy busy] place God has me at this moment is precisely equal to my control over the return of summer or the entrance of winter—zero, zilch, nada. What is in my hands is my ability to pursue contentment in this place, to accept and receive grace, and (in the words of Elisabeth Elliot) simply do the next thing. That, my friends, feels so much more comfortable.
We can fight for balance all we want. We can wish life looked different, more dreamy like the folks next door, or made to our precise order. Or…we can lean into the place that God has us, and rather than fight Him for our way, we can trust His.
Life might not look like we think it should, but from God’s vantage point, everything is perfectly in balance. He is an expert at fine-tuning the universe, and that precision extends to us. If we’ll allow ourselves the time to see things His way, rather than fight for our own, balance is a whole lot closer than we know. ♥
You can also find these words linked up at my favorite spots: Purposeful Faith (#RaRaLinkup), Holly Barrett (#testimonytuesday), Jennifer Dukes Lee (#tellhisstory), Holley Gerth (#coffeeforyourheart), and Kristin Hill Taylor (#threewordwednesday).