I recently ran across this sentence in a women's magazine to which I subscribe: "(She) is married with two children and works full-time? She manages to fit part-time attendance at a university and volunteer work into her already busy schedule." Sounds so noble and impressive; what a capable woman! But I'm learning that the words "manages to fit" are the wolf in sheep's clothing. "Manages to fit" becomes the crowded, dark broom closet with objects piled up, teetering dangerously. That's me, too often ? "managing to fit" all kinds of (worthy) things into my life that ultimately get me exhausted, harried, and distracted from the chief things that God is trying to do in and through me - and frequently from God himself.
The solution must be a life lived conscientiously - spending time doing the things God directs, not more, not less. As an antidote to the chock full, broom-closet life, God has come to my rescue with this verse: "He brought me out into a spacious place; he rescued me because he delighted in me." (Ps. 18:19)
A God who delights in me in a bright, open space - what a concept! A "spacious place" is the very opposite of what my overfull life feels like when it reaches broom-closet stage ? overwhelming and claustrophobic. And this is what God is trying to rescue me from, if only I will let him. So my effort is to make this my one to-do: lay down my productivity addiction and with its false sense of worth-through-accomplishments, and experience his delight simply because he loves me.