more. more. more. more.
I’ve been getting tired. So tired, in fact, that in longing to be more, I have actually become less. Life is an interesting balance of so many things. When I get on social media every day, the balance looks like it needs to involve a lot of things that I really shouldn’t spend time caring about. For some reason I’m told that I’m supposed to care about this Kardashian drama, or that Miley Cyrus shenanigan, or that the top retailer in the country is having the best sale of the year and I need what they are trying to sell me. Sometimes I start thinking that I actually care about this junk and find myself spending 10 minutes of my life reading the most garbage articles my eyes have ever laid eyes on. And then I’m told that I’m not parenting good enough, or that my ideas of love and marriage are too old school, and that I can be better so I need to change xyz and w.
You’re told these things, too. If you scroll down just your Facebook home page, sponsored post after sponsored post and tags of what is trending tell you these things every day. I’m starting to get so cranky at everything because I feel like garbage is being flung into my daily life and I have no control over it. I had enough, and I needed peace, and space, and quiet. I needed to get away from work, and people, and phone and media and everything. So I do what I always do in the moment, and called my sister and told her that we were going to Sedona. Actually, my husband told me that I was going to Sedona… probably so that the poor guy could find a small ounce of hope that his crazy wife would stop going batty over little things, take a chill pill, and come back refreshed. And of course, my sister had to come with me because I can’t do anything without her and I desperately wanted her new baby for 24 hours to be right next to me.
We drove. We drove up to where we retreat when we need more armor for battle and where we can sit and be still. Within minutes of arriving, my over anxious life started to feel like it was winding down and that I could feel peace. Peace, I have learned, is the only feeling the world can not mock. It’s a feeling that only comes from God. It can’t be faked or bought, it can’t be mimicked or intimidated. It belongs to a higher power, and can only come to us when we’re able to feel it.
I live in this war with myself, a lot of you know what I mean.
My mind and my head are running around 200 miles an hour. I tell myself more and when I logically can’t make sense of things or figure out how a situation could possibly end well, my head makes the rest of my body freak out. It controls me, if I let it.
Sometimes my spirit will kick in. It will fuel up with hope and faith, and give me a little more love to offer. It tells me things will be fine, and it helps me regain focus on what is important. It helps me live a life that I want to look back and say I lived. But the battles between myself and myself get rocky sometimes. And I get caught up in listening to my head, all the while forgetting that if my spirit leads, things will be fine. But we don’t live in a spiritual world. We live in a temporal world that tells us things that are contrary to the things that are really true.
You need time in your sanctuary. You need to make time in your retreat, to guard up and add more spiritual man power to your daily fight. Get away… in your room, on a mountain, in a church or the middle of nowhere or on a bench in the middle of the city. And let it be quiet. Don’t think about things,
feel things. The art of caring for your spirit comes from having the courage to let trivial matters pass you by, while maintaining focus on love, service, living and light.
A soldier doesn’t go to battle unprepared.
You shouldn’t either.