I wanted more from God, but I settled for less of Him. I threw myself into teaching more women, leading more choirs, organizing more musical performances, and obtaining more education. If one receives a medal for “More”, I would have won it. At the same time, I spent less time being still. There I was, running hellbent toward the cliff’s edge of busyness, regardless of the cost. My husband was a pastor. We spent every Sunday proclaiming hope while quietly wondering where ours went. If you expected us to jump higher, we did so. We thought this was what God wanted and settled for it.
I settled for less quiet, less time with our sons, and fewer dates with my spouse. Worst of all, I settled for less of God. I did, and I did, and I did for years. Looking back, I don’t know how I sustained the pace. You name it, it was probably on my resume. The price was high: damaged relationships, continual exhaustion, and stolen joy. Someone said, “If the devil can make you do bad, he will make you do busy.” I thought I was getting to know Jesus better. I was busy, but I knew Him less.
And then God gradually swept it all away beginning in 2011. The pastorate went up in smoke, my deep involvement in directing and teaching music faded away, and women’s ministry exited with the church. And there we were, the calendar empty. Our busyness turned to ashes.
What did God do? Where was He amidst this? I know what I wanted Him to do: to fill our lives with all the activities we had before. God didn’t listen to me. Instead, He pulled me further and deeper toward the solitary life. “Be still and know that I am God” (Psalm 46:10) is hard for someone who is a creative workaholic. I cried. God laughed. He finally caught my attention.
God tugged and lugged me into Himself. It was not a pretty sight. I resisted and wanted my calendar full. My heart grieved with a lack of purpose. What was my identity? That’s when I began taking long walks. I printed out verses and memorized them. “I waited patiently for the Lord; He turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; He set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand” (Psalm 40:1-2). God told me to wait. He irritated and annoyed me. Slowly, He untangled my iron grip around my former life so I could grasp the fuller life. I thought that busyness was more. In God’s eyes, it was less.
On paper, my present life appears empty in comparison. Rarely am I on stage, I don’t run marathon music programs, the number of women I disciple is limited, and my voice is muted. Surprisingly, I find my new life far richer than the old. I spend time with Jesus, not because I’m preparing to teach a Bible study, but because Jesus and I are having coffee together. I talk to Him, not because it is the expected thing to do, but because He is the One Who constantly loves me. His words pull and stretch me far beyond my comfort zone; they are amazing. I write for hours, not because my audience is huge, but His voice whispers to me. I coach writers not because I’m the best teacher, but because others also need to discover their voices. The quiet of this path is right where He wants me.
All those years, I settled for less. Thank God, He robbed me of activity and gave me Himself.
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