So, SELF… we need to talk. I don’t know if you’ve noticed this, but you are pregnant. And not just a little bit. But you keep thinking like you’re not getting totally huge. So you run around like a normal Mama, but you’re beginning to amass a pretty big collection of false labor contractions. Now, not to scare you, but they could signal pre-term labor if you get enough of them. And it’s not time for that yet. Not nearly. So, you’d better take a cue from the Bible, and your doctors, and find a way to REST.
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30
When your very body slows you down.
When Braxton Hicks contractions squeeze the living daylights out of your guts for a minute.
But the laundry is rumpled and half-washed!
But the floor is crummy!
But…my kids are in desperate need of some serious parenting for all their criminal treatment of each other.
Due process of law takes so much energy. It’s important to teach and instruct. But when you’ve got nothin’ to give, instead of sinking into an emotional, yelling Mom:
Gather them in a hug instead. Sit and watch an entire episode of cartoons with them (possibly with your eyes closed). Sit absolutely still, letting your legs ooze onto the ottoman. Smell their hair. Forgive their offenses.
“Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.” 1 Peter 4:8
But what about my Facebook feed? All the noise of notifications, comments, tags, and shares? It used to be fun, but now it’s just a big-gaping hole of keeping up!
There is an off button. Tell your friends (who are your friends in real life) that you are resting. Then go find it. Find that rest.
Oh dear. But what about dinner?
Talk with your husband. When the health of his wife and baby are at stake, he will be surprisingly amicable to cereal, or shouldering his share of a sandwich assembly line. Food will happen, somehow.
But what about all the nesting projects my brain has agreed to, but that my body has not the power to accomplish? With my last pregnancy, I was painting a nursery by now!
Those projects are not for today. Maybe they’re not for any day. This pregnancy is as unique as the baby it’s making.
But what about those awful bathrooms? And the increasingly sticky kitchen floor? And the piles of errands that are mounting?
Honestly, I have no idea.
But you can’t make it all happen. There is not enough in you. Your body is alpine climbing while just toddling around your house at sea level.
Everything depends on it. The prize is the baby. The job is to gestate. The “wise homemaker’s” industrious productivity will look like a stupid idea if it kicks off pre-term labor before baby is ready to live outside your womb.
Keep the focus, lady.
Seriously, find rest.
“Yes, my soul, find rest in God;
my hope comes from him.
Truly he is my rock and my salvation;
he is my fortress, I will not be shaken.
My salvation and my honor depend on God ;
he is my mighty rock, my refuge.
Trust in him at all times, you people;
pour out your hearts to him,
for God is our refuge.”