But here's what's interesting: It's not like I liked how it felt based on how much I nurtured important relationships, or invested in what will last. It was more about feeling more....worthy, maybe.
Seems sometimes people talk about their BUSY almost with a sense of pride. Almost as though a full schedule indicates importance and being in high demand.
But I don't know.
I kind of think it can be little more than foolishness.
It makes me want to ask: We're getting a lot done. But are we doing ANYTHING well? Are we doing work well? Marriage well? Parenting well? Worship well?
Is it counting for what will outlast this life? Are the people most important to us seeing little more than a blur when they look at us?
Sometimes I feel sheepish about an unscheduled block of time in my day, while I look in awe at those who juggle a hundred different things. I'm easily wowed by all of the BUSY.
And yet there is great wisdom in these words:
You must ruthlessly
from your life.
BUSY and HURRY go hand in hand. Your BUSY and my BUSY look different. And the Holy Spirit will give each one of us discernment about what kind of BUSY and what kind of HURRY needs to go from my life and from yours.
Maybe there's something to this. Even the wise Solomon looked at the toil and the amassing of fortune and the works of his hands and summed it up as Meaningless. A chasing after the wind.
4I undertook great projects: I built houses for myself and planted vineyards. 5I made gardens and parks and planted all kinds of fruit trees in them. 6I made reservoirs to water groves of flourishing trees. 7I bought male and female slaves and had other slaves who were born in my house. I also owned more herds and flocks than anyone in Jerusalem before me. 8I amassed silver and gold for myself, and the treasure of kings and provinces. I acquired men and women singers, and a harema as well—the delights of the heart of man. 9I became greater by far than anyone in Jerusalem before me. In all this my wisdom stayed with me.
10I denied myself nothing my eyes desired;
I refused my heart no pleasure.
My heart took delight in all my work,
and this was the reward for all my labor.
11Yet when I surveyed all that my hands had done
and what I had toiled to achieve,
everything was meaningless, a chasing after the wind;
nothing was gained under the sun.
So what does life look like less hurried? What stays? What goes? What changes?
And who benefits?