This morning, I was washing dishes while mentally running through my weekend to-do list.
It’s a curse, really, this to-do list mentality.
As I jotted down the tasks–heaping piles of laundry, grimy floors, coffee-stained car cup holders, finding time to rest to get over a lingering cough–I started to wonder: why must I always feel overwhelmed, even on a quiet Saturday morning? Weekdays are one thing with a busy baby and chaotic workdays, but weekends? Home shouldn’t overwhelm, should it?
And right at that moment, the perfect song streamed through my Pandora station. It was one I had never heard before, but the words grabbed a hold of me:
In the quiet of my soul.
In the stillness, I hear Your voice call.
And I am overwhelmed.
And I am lost for words to describe you.
Jesus, You’re more than a friend.
Jesus, You’re more than my heart could ever express.
Your love and Your grace never fail me.
Your merciful touch always heals me.
You bring joy to my soul.
Why do I spend my time feeling overwhelmed with the worries of this life when, instead, I could be overwhelmed with the blessings that bring joy to my soul?
When I pulled the stopper, I let my overwhelming to-do list slide down the drain with the dirty water. I kissed my husband. I gave my smiley girl a giggly raspberry on the tummy. I looked around my messy, well-loved house.
And I was overwhelmed.