What Sustains You?

I made myself take a walk the other day. All I could envision was three years of trying to get to doing so and not... and being another day in the car driving everyone everywhere to all the things. Again. My body HAS to move. I am 45 and I have a lot of life ahead of me and I want to be MOVING for it. On my own two legs, using all the range of motion I was made to have.

I did not want to miss my precious moments of quiet time so I spent my walk praying for others, praying my rhema words, pouring my heart out like David. I made several laps and then plopped myself next to my bible and journal that had been patiently waiting for me. Ten minutes later I started to feel the slight dew that was so light I missed it initially. I was feeling it now. 

Dew. Sustains the grass in between deep soakings. How we need rain right now. If not for dew the grass would be dead. If not for roots that were tenacious and deep (have you ever tried to get rid of grass for a garden), even the dew would have nothing to nourish. 

Busy mamas of littles. Busy single mamas. BUSY mamas period. (Really every person but my heart right now is speaking to the mama hearts.) You are wearing all the hats. You are doing all the things. Everything is connected to everything and so it just never really has an end point. 

You need soaking rains. The ones that sprout seeds of hope and fresh rhema words. Yet in between you must be sustained by your roots and the refreshing dew. The in between moments that are needing to tenaciously hold on in the reality of long days and less rain. Dew can be a song. Dew can be a memorized mantra of truth. Dew can be a memorized scripture. Dew is the rhema word you have received. Dew can come from your spouse, a friend, sharing a Word. Dew can be the Father speaking to you in everyday moments, everyday things. 

You need it. Your babies need it. The people in your life need it. They don't need you as much as you think they do. They need what you are carrying. You can't steward or release what you are to carry if you don't have a foundation. Your roots matter. 

Mundane tasks are perfect spaces for meditating. Dishes. Laundry. Driving. Rocking a little to sleep.  Each of us can do that. Tape up a Word, post a scripture in these places and THINK ON THESE THINGS. Even better, MEMORIZE the Word! Learn a new hymn. Rehearse the words to a worship song that resonated with you. Pray them all as promises you are pressing into. When David was a shepherd, the mundane tasks of watching sheep CREATED opportunity to meditate he would not have otherwise had. Don't discard these precious moments! Do not despise them. USE them. 

What you meditate on will become you. What you practice will become your battle cry. (Do you have teenagers yet? Cuz that alone will dictate need. Just saying.) When David faced despair at Ziglag (1 Samuel 30) he was prepared. His communion with YHWH gave way to his ability to recall who he was and press vertically into the Father in crisis. David ENCOURAGED himself in YHWH. He had resources internally to draw on in crisis because of His fellowship with YHWH in the everyday moments! 

Be that person. The mundane feeling moments are preparation. Do not discard them. 

Today I noticed that there was not dew on the grass. My dad always told me that no dew meant rain was coming. 

Rain does come. What you do in between will sustain you to receive every drop.