A golden note of misty light quietly slips through the velvet-black night; noisy birdsong dips and rolls through not-quite morning air. Into my slowly-waking heart, His whisper settles in me:
Life is not a series of tasks to be fulfilled.
Life is not a series of tasks to be fulfilled.
It is to be lived and savoured, held close - filled with space and grace – space enough to respond to My call - no matter how inconvenient it may be when it comes.
But at the expense of what (or whom)? Are there feelings I have steam-rolled over, children I have nagged and harassed, precious moments I have failed to enjoy in order to finish the task?
Your words of encouragement flow through me - Life is for living:
When your son builds a fort and wants you to play even though you are in the middle of your devotions.
When your children need a snuggle just when you are desperately trying to answer all your long overdue emails.
To dance in the rain when you are supposed to be cooking dinner.
To watch a movie with the family even though they really should be in bed.
To take your time over a piece of work that you are all interested in even when the schedule tells us it's time to move on.
To lay on the floor and eat cookies, listening to music when the laundry needs doing.
Taking the day off to visit the museum or swim in the pool when there is still much to be done.
To sit and enjoy being with your husband, not rushing to put the kids to sleep.
To embrace life's bumps, surprises, mistakes and allow them to be fertiliser for learning and growth.
Life is for living not just for getting through or surviving.
Sometimes we just have to survive - I know that - I've lived it. But so much more is given to us; a life to embrace even with all its thorns and cut-glass edges. We may bleed but if we feel and live grateful and find peace in the small things, we'll find God: open-armed, smiling, delighting in us. In me. In you.
So today I pray -
" I surrender. I surrender my need to control, to have things run according to schedule, to count my worth by what I've achieved each day. I choose to live - not just survive. I want to learn to be."
As I open my eyes, I see a new day has dawned - brilliant blue streaked with fresh linen-white clouds, mellow golden morning-light dancing off the the tips of towering jade-green trees. I am reminded of this verse from His word:
Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, “The LORD is my portion; therefore I will wait for him. Lamentations 3:22-24Thankful for new mornings, I start today.










