Headless Chickens Need Not Apply

Today the phrase “running around like a chicken with its head cut off” is an understatement of the millennium. 

And one that I hope I never, ever witness.

I cannot bear to see this beauty without a head. 

I’ll cry.

Or this one.

Or this one.

Have I mentioned I’m getting chickens delivered March 14th?  Oh, I have?  Only 3 gazillion times you say.  Sorry.  It’s just that I’m busting at the seams.

The next two weeks of my life are a whirlwind of busy-ness.  I have been dreading these last 2 weeks of January.  Some days I find myself wanting to step into a time machine and travel to February 1st, but then I’d feel compelled to push forward to March 14th, for reasons obvious.  Surely.

During the next 10 days, I am going to be out of my classroom for 5 of them.  Three of those days I will be learning all about Title I schools.  My school is heading down the Title I path, which means that 50% or more of our student population qualifies for free or reduced lunches.  We are the final campus to move this direction, all other schools in my town are already Title I, which tells you a little bit about the demographics of my little town of 17,000 people.

The other 2 days I will be out testing my second graders one by one.  Three times a year, we get substitutes to teach our class while we sit individually with each student and assess their reading, writing, and spelling abilities.  It is arduous on both them and me.  So planning for a substitute and then catching up, to only plan for a substitute again makes me feel like a headless chicken.

Adding to these work responsibilities is this little thing called life.  Cleaning house, cooking meals, being a wife, keeping up with my postaday blogging challenge, keeping up with my exercise plan and buddy I’ve already fallen behind with, remodeling a trailer house and packing and moving.  I’m beat already.  Finished before I started.  Stick a fork in me. I’m done.

I’m sure many others can certainly relate to the busy-ness of our existence.

Today the calendar date glares at me reminding me I am two days late for the Beth Moore Scripture Memory Team.  Every month, on the 1st and the 15th, we choose a verse from the Bible to memorize.  Jesus used scripture when tempted by Satan.  It is the sword by which we do battle. 

I awoke this morning thinking of my upcoming duties, feeling the heaviness of responsibility weighing on my shoulders and my prayer was simply, “Thank you and help!” 

I need refreshing.  I searched for a memory verse that would tell me to come to the Lord for refreshing, to call on the Lord and he’ll give me energy to endure, to rest in the Lord, which I found and He will, but the verse that spoke to me did not tell my to lay down and rest.  It did not say massages and pedicures are in full order. 

Dang it. 

It did not tell me to take 3 hour naps.  Not even 2 hour ones. 

It told me to be an active participant rather than a passive recipient of the refreshing I desperately need.

Proverbs 11:25 screamed itself at me this morning. 

“A generous man will prosper, he who refreshes others will himself be refreshed.”

Not exactly what I wanted to hear, but rather what I NEEDED to hear.  How many times do I selfishly think to myself or worse, complain to others:

I have so much to do.

I can’t get it all done.

I’m so behind.

When rather I need to stop thinking about myself and say,

Look around.  

Who needs your help today? 

 What can you do for someone else? 

Who in your little world needs refreshing?  

And then refreshing shall come.

May you find your needs met today. 

Love,

me