Meet Yourself Coming and Going
Do you ever meet yourself coming and going? With too many irons in the fire, you start one job, walk away, and see another job that needs attention. You begin the new chore, turn around, and see something else to do. After moving from one task to another, you realize you have finished nothing.
Does that sound familiar?
To meet yourself coming and going, you feel pulled in several directions.
You find yourself with:
- Too much to do
- Little time to do it
- Uncertainty when you will get everything done
Too many chores usually mean too little rest.
You never find time to:
- Sleep
- Relax
- Enjoy life
You must slow down or you will get down.
Failure to rest eventually means you run out of steam. You either give up or get sick. No one can go forever. You have to take care of yourself in order to do what needs to be done.
In order to keep going, you first learn to be still — how to:
- Rest
- Relax
- Recharge your strength.
You focus on what must be done rather than all you want to do.
“The Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore” (Psalm 121:8 NIV).
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