This week for me has been a bit of a crazy one. The things I planned to do and get done got rearranged. Not by choice, but by circumstance. This made my full week get fuller. A few little inconveniences here and there have added to the stress of it all. It seems like my brain has had to kick into overdrive to figure out how to navigate the crazy rush from work to meetings to carpool rides to coffee dates to squeezing in time to work on various teaching, speaking, and blogs.
Add to that the time of year it happens to be—the Christmas season. This time of year always adds that extra bit of rush, doesn’t it? It the midst of our already nutty schedules, we’ve got to add in time for decorating, shopping for presents, baking Christmas goodies, and either attending or hosting parties or get-togethers.
Some people thrive on the rushing around. I don’t. I used to. It used to make me feel some sense of importance or worth or value. The busier I was, the more important I felt…or looked. But that’s a total hoax I bought into years ago. Now—rather than stroking my ego with the busyness in the rush of things—I find myself pondering whether or not it’s all worth it. It seems so shallow. It seems so tiring.
I heard an old country song recently that I hadn’t heard in years. It’s one sung by the group Alabama. I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind since. I wonder if the DJ played it on purpose because of the crazy time of year.
Check out the chorus:
I’m in a hurry to get things done
Oh I rush and rush until life’s no fun
All I really gotta do is live and die
But I’m in a hurry and don’t know why
I wonder if this doesn’t describe most of us. I wonder if—in all of life’s crazy, busy, rushing around—we rush the fun right out of our lives. I wonder if we hurry and fill our lives with stuff, but don’t really know why we do it.
And I’ll take it one step further…I wonder if—in all our running around and busyness of life—we do it because we feel as though we have no other real purpose.
According to Alabama, all we gotta do is live and die. That may be the over-simplified version of life. And I’m sure there’s more to it than simply living and dying.
But in the meantime, we continue to rush…and hurry…and go 90 miles an hour.
Do you even know why you hurry? Do you even know why you rush and rush?
Sometimes I think we simply need more of what the Psalmist had: “Return to your rest, my soul, for the Lord has been good to you” (Psalm 116:7).
In the midst of this crazy Christmas season, carve out some time to relax and rest, because indeed, God has showered you with blessings.