Have you ever heard of the book by Shel Silvertein, The Giving Tree? Most likely if you answered "yes" to that question you were also flooded with childhood memories. How can you not? I cry every freaking time I read the book. I think since the day I received the bottom copy for my 8th Birthday from my BFF's. The top copy came from my first Youth Group in 1990 I ministered to.
Yeah. It seems I give to my in kids in all sorts ways lately. As well as my husband. My job. Friends. Parents. Other family. Pets. House. Business. Church. Art....and the list goes on. But you know the one thing I seem to leave off the list? Guess. One guess.
Now I love to give, don't get me wrong. One of my greatest joys is sharing my teaching with others. Don't go crazy thinking "oh great she's closing up shop." In fact the opposite is happening and I am going bigger with that end of my life. Nah. I think it's more about the little stuff I need to be more giving to myself about. Like laundry waiting, dinner can be a bowl of cereal, Lily can go out on her own, kids CAN put away clothes, hubby can do homework duty, if I'm not feeling so good running is not a good idea, and not painting everyday is okay. It's week 3 of school. This time last year we were moving. Maybe a niggle of my anxiety is that. That we made so many changes in such a short time my body is just figuring it all out. I've not slowed down long enough to stop and look around at the riches I have. Like the boy in the book....I am constantly seeking to be happy on the outside. Perhaps I need to look a little closer around me. And a little more inward. And maybe I just need to be still and listen to what the heart is saying.