Bye Bye Busy.

I know Busy.

I spent years listening to her. 

I woke up to the sound of her voice in the morning, calling me from the too-full calendar.

 I drifted off to sleep with her whispering in my ear that it still hadn’t been enough.

Busy isn’t especially nice.

But I kept her around. 

For a long, long time.

Because she told me this: 

“I’m proof that you’re important. If you don’t have me in your life, what will people think?” 

So I put up with her demands. Her bossiness. Her accusations.

Then, over time and with lots of healing, I slowly stopped listening to her. 

My calendar got cleaner. My breaths got deeper. My life got better.

One morning, sitting over my journal with a cup of coffee in my hand (a luxury of time I denied myself often), I took a moment to consider what had changed. 

What had I started believing instead?

I realized at some point I’d heard Jesus whisper this to my heart…

Your work is not your worth.

And day by day, month by month, year by year, I’d begun to believe like it was true–and then eventually to start acting like it too.

On this morning, I asked quietly, “What is my work then?”

And I wrote this: 

My work is an expression of love for the One I serve.

Grateful tears welled up in my eyes. 

For who but Jesus can change a heart that much?

But somehow it had happened.

And it has changed everything for me.

Oh, I still struggle. 

You betcha. I’d be lying if I didn’t tell you there were still days of being overwhelmed. 

But more and more of the time, Busy isn’t around.

When she’s not with me, I’m not sure where she goes…and I’m worried she may have snuck off to bother you.

So if she’s there, my friend, let me tell you: She’s not what she seems. 

And she can’t deliver what she promises.

 Escort her to the door and lock it behind you. You don’t need her.

You are loved, chosen, valued already and just as you are.

Say good-bye to Busy and smack her on the behind as she heads out the door just for me.

Silly Busy.

Don’t worry about her–she’ll find more to do.

And you?

Find that journal and cup of coffee.

Then sit down with the Author of life who’s waiting to write new things on your heart…and your calendar. :)

Xoxo, Kess ♥