(From my journal, November 25, 1994, during my first bout with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome)
“So much to do, so little time, so few people to handle each task.” At least, that’s what we are told (or tell ourselves). Is it a case of “I’m busy therefore I’m important, therefore I have value?” But what happens when I’m too weak, tired, foggy-brained to do anything?
But value does not lie in activity. It is imbedded in who I am: a child of the King. I am a human-being, not a human-doing. My worth lies in His view of me: precious enough to die for.
As for tasks, if He wills I do it, He gives strength. Burn-out indicates that I’m using my own, limited resources. Then I must ask, “Does He really want me to do this?” and be willing to seek His direction. And stop, just stop, if the answer is no. Even if others are inconvenienced, annoyed or upset. God will take care of them, too.
Stop and just be. Because that is what obedience looks like right now.
I like human being, not human doing. I’m remembering that one.