Toes in the Sand

I am a hard worker. It is one way I identify myself. Those who know me best know that I am a relentlessly hard worker. Of course, as with us all, there are things I prefer to work at, but I will do what needs to be done with strength and fervor until my goal is accomplished and the task completed. It is a work ethic I learned from my Dad and I believe that God built into me. The Bible states that whatever we do we are working for God and not man because we are really serving God no matter what we work at. That to me is a powerful concept. I am not afraid to sweat, actually barely notice it when I am working, I am very strong and firmly know I can accomplish any task given me and I am not proud- no job is too small or dirty to do. This is who I am. I pour myself into everything I do. I forget to eat or rest or even sleep sometimes. Now, all this is just background information. It is facts. I am not bragging because there are serious problems with this extreme work ethic. My kids have to sometimes remind me they are there. I realize I haven’t called or written my best people in weeks. I am starving by the end of the day and am so dehydrated I have a headache. Lots of things, pretty important things, I do wrong. I carry it too far. And I realized after two years of projects that we hadn’t taken a vacation during that time. So, my loving husband and I packed up the kids and the stuff and stayed on the beach for a few days. And for a few hours, I was stir crazy, thinking I would go batty on the beach all day. And then my toes dug into the sand watching my kids play in the surf and it happened. I looked around and realized I have been missing things. In my plight to accomplish and prove my worth and get things done and be found amazingly competent, I missed many sand in the toes moments with my family. I missed many “Wow, look at this cool thing God made” moments with my kids, even though we still had some. And I am going to make a mental priority of relaxing together- playing one board game, swing on the porch swing, sit together more for meals, whatever, with my family every day. Life zooms on by in our business if we let it. We must not let it.

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