They call it paradise and, aside from the daddy long legs stalking me in the shower, it pretty much is. A soft blue and yellow bedroom with hydrangea blossoms on the dresser and a recliner in the corner, lounge chairs by the waterfall in the back garden, kayaks to paddle among the islands. These are all part of it, but they’re not the heart of the paradise.
It’s the freedom to be my proper size that brings the peace and lets me rest.
There’s a lack of urgency that resides here. A comfort with being human. . . with beauty and mess and hunger and joy, fatigue and tears and laughter. Dirty dishes and fruitflies are part of life, taken care of in their time, but coexisting quite happily for a while with sweet nectarines and gouda sandwiches and fresh blackberries capped with ginger yoghurt cream. On the days that I can, she’s happy for me to wipe the crumbs off her counter. When illness takes hold, she knows how to make a bed in the warm air where I can listen to the bees and watch the sun set the maple keys aflame. She has done it for others. I am human and small and it’s okay. Life is not an emergency and I can lay down control.
Back to the real world
I am sad to leave this place, to start back to the busyness of fall. I fear being pressed and pulled by the world ungently, urgently, forcing me to the center where I do not belong, driving me (by dint of my exaggerated self-importance) to shoulder burdens I was not meant to carry. Urgency takes my eyes off the One who has it all under control, making me think that I need to control it. It tricks me into thinking that the world of the urgent is the real world and rest a brief and tantalizing illusion.
But Jesus speaks:
“Come to me, all you weary and burdened ones, and I will rest you. . . “
It’s a permanent offer, and one without condemnation. No fear of our humanness. Just invitation. “Come. I will rest you.” These days apart I have tasted the real world, the world of welcome and invitation and the love that invites rest. The urgent is the illusion.
His rest can happen in the chaos, miles from recliners and kayaks; His rest comes with staying our proper size, and that can happen anywhere.
“. . . 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 fits perfectly, and the burden I give you is light.” (Matthew 11:28-30)
He is humble – having a true view of reality – and when we step out of our do-it-yourself yoke, out of the world’s expectations, and into his yoke with him, we begin to see rightly too, regaining our proper size. He is gentle, and, walking with him, we learn to live gently, not urgently.
Living gently: it’s a lot about listening and responding. A child gently handling an animal senses its timidity, its fragility, and responds with respect and care. A gentle mother hears the heart cries beneath the angry words and responds to her child in healing love. A gentle life is not driven by the urgent but makes space to listen to the heartbeat of God and others and self, and act in tender response.
This is how Jesus rests us: He helps us live our proper size. Small and fragile and (rightly) dependent, and cherished and made great in his love (. . . but more on that soon.) Rejoice with me, will you, at this invitation to put down the burden intended for greater shoulders and rest in His love?
Shout for joy to the Lord all the earth. . . .
It is he who made us and we are his,
We are his people and the sheep of his pasture. (Psalm 100)
Thanks for this. My first day back at school as a teacher can be overwhelming…suddenly all the restfulness of summer seems to be ripped away from me! These are good words to remember.
“A gentle life is not driven by the urgent but makes space to listen to the heartbeat of God and others and self, and act in tender response.”
Thank you.
Thanks, Joan. Grace to you in the busyness!
Thank you Carolyn for sharing what I needed to hear today, in the middle of the chaos of getting ready to move while folks line up with their agenda for me.
Oh, grace and peace and strength to you too!
Carolyn… again words of truth, of beauty and of love… helping me to rest, to acknowledge my ‘proper size’ … and it is good. Thank you.
I’d never thought to consider my proper size. And I love this affirmation that the urgent isn’t the reality. Thank you, Carolyn.
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I linked this post in my blog, as it became a theme for my visual journal last February. Thanks, Carolyn. http://findingcolourinlife.blogspot.ca/2013/07/visual-journal-february-2013.html
Love what you’ve done with it! Thanks for sharing your heart and your art with us, Joan.