It’s been a long time since I’ve written. I love to write – but the entire year of 2020 has really left me speechless. I didn’t know what to think or how to think with the pandemic, masks, and riots staring me down at every turn. So I stopped trying to make sense of it all and watched… and learned. And I’m still learning.
About a month ago I was sitting at work, staring at my screen, but not really seeing anything. My mind was racing and I kept listing all of the things I wasn’t succeeding at. All of the things I HADN’T done but needed to. All of the things that just kept piling up. (Gotta love Satan well at work.)
I was overwhelmed, and as I wrote each of them out in a text message to my dear husband, I broke down. I didn’t know how I was going to do everything. How I was going to get on top of everything. Even just simple things like doing laundry or cleaning my house – I felt like I was being crushed with all of my “to-do’s.”
I just didn’t have enough TIME for it all.
And then Covid hit. It came so fast and so hard that it literally floored me for a week. I laid in bed for a WEEK with symptoms like body aches, headaches, nausea, sore throat, no taste, or no smell. Grant was quickly infected, and we were left both helpless in our house…
And all of those to-do’s didn’t go away.
Isn’t it crazy how when we think we have to be on top of things and we’re overwhelmed, and we can’t catch a break, or even catch our breath – God steps in? He steps in and instead of helping us achieve all our busy to-do’s, just stops us completely?
How crazy is it that right when I didn’t think I could ever take a break; I was forced to? It wasn’t a choice. I didn’t choose to get sick or be quarantined for the next two weeks with barely any energy. Who would choose that? And yet… it ended up being the best thing that could’ve happened at that time.
I had to stop. I had to recoup. I had to reset.
Even though my to-do list didn’t go away during those two weeks, I was able to tackle each to-do with a fresh, clear mind and newfound energy.
He knows.
He knows what we need. He knows how to help us. I don’t think He gave me the coronavirus – but I do think He capitalized on the situation to help me for the better. He knew I needed that time to heal (in more ways than one), regroup, and reset.
He knew. He always does. I am so grateful for His ever-constant watchful care. I know God lives. I know He cares. And as I laid sick in bed thinking the sickness would never end and bombarded with thoughts of all the things I needed to do – I felt Him there. I felt Him comforting me. And I feel Him now. Because He STILL cares; sick or healthy, He still cares.
Sometimes He just needs us to stop. And reset.
|Shalee|
It’s been a long time since I’ve written. I love to write – but the entire year of 2020 has really left me speechless. I didn’t know what to think or how to think with the pandemic, masks, and riots staring me down at every turn. So I stopped trying to make sense of it all and watched… and learned. And I’m still learning.
About a month ago I was sitting at work, staring at my screen, but not really seeing anything. My mind was racing and I kept listing all of the things I wasn’t succeeding at. All of the things I HADN’T done but needed to. All of the things that just kept piling up. (Gotta love Satan well at work.)
I was overwhelmed, and as I wrote each of them out in a text message to my dear husband, I broke down. I didn’t know how I was going to do everything. How I was going to get on top of everything. Even just simple things like doing laundry or cleaning my house – I felt like I was being crushed with all of my “to-do’s.”
I just didn’t have enough TIME for it all.
And then Covid hit. It came so fast and so hard that it literally floored me for a week. I laid in bed for a WEEK with symptoms like body aches, headaches, nausea, sore throat, no taste, or no smell. Grant was quickly infected, and we were left both helpless in our house…
And all of those to-do’s didn’t go away.
Isn’t it crazy how when we think we have to be on top of things and we’re overwhelmed, and we can’t catch a break, or even catch our breath – God steps in? He steps in and instead of helping us achieve all our busy to-do’s, just stops us completely?
How crazy is it that right when I didn’t think I could ever take a break; I was forced to? It wasn’t a choice. I didn’t choose to get sick or be quarantined for the next two weeks with barely any energy. Who would choose that? And yet… it ended up being the best thing that could’ve happened at that time.
I had to stop. I had to recoup. I had to reset.
Even though my to-do list didn’t go away during those two weeks, I was able to tackle each to-do with a fresh, clear mind and newfound energy.
He knows.
He knows what we need. He knows how to help us. I don’t think He gave me the coronavirus – but I do think He capitalized on the situation to help me for the better. He knew I needed that time to heal (in more ways than one), regroup, and reset.
He knew. He always does. I am so grateful for His ever-constant watchful care. I know God lives. I know He cares. And as I laid sick in bed thinking the sickness would never end and bombarded with thoughts of all the things I needed to do – I felt Him there. I felt Him comforting me. And I feel Him now. Because He STILL cares; sick or healthy, He still cares.
Sometimes He just needs us to stop. And reset.
|Shalee|
Shalee Taylor 
This is Simply Beautiful ❤
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