How Will I Remember To Be Still?

“What’s the biggest difference you saw today?” I ask my seventeen-year old.

We’re talking about his first day back at a Lake Travis high-school, where the incoming freshman class is as big as the entire school he attended in southern Maryland last year.

“The hustle and the bustle,” he says, immediately.

Ah, yes.  I feel it too.

We’ve gone from zero hustle and very little bustle in the last year, to the activity level of a whirling dervish troupe after too much caffeine.

In the last ten days, the farmer Halls packed up our solitary Maryland farm house (more on that later), and unpacked into the color and cares of our tight-knit west Austin community.

“I mean, it’s not bad” Luke continues, ” I love hearing our hundred-and-fifty person band play when I get to school in the morning.  It feels like college.”

Yep, things really are bigger in Texas.

I’ve been thinking this week about how to think rightly about the new days ahead, and how to guide my children in the same way.

How do I spend my breaths?  On whom do I pour out my energies?  What work will demand my focus?  How will I order my days?  When will I think?  When will I write?

How will I remember to be still?

Yesterday, Luke and I were checking out at Target and started making small talk with the weary cashier.  I asked the young man how he was, and he sighed as if the weight of the world were on his shoulders and said “Too much to do, and not enough hours to do it.”

I’m telling you this guy was no older than twenty!  Where did he learn this kind of rubbish?  Luke started to look at me nervously because he knew I wouldn’t be able to let this pass.

“You know _________, we all only have a certain amount of breaths that God has given us.  None of us know which breath might be our last, right?  There is a wonderful reason that God is sustaining you, even now.  He wants you to be awake and be thankful!  You only have this minute, and you can only do this one thing at a time, so don’t worry about all the other hours, be thankful for just this one…”

“Ok.  Thank you, Dr. Phil!” said Luke rather too loudly as he gripped my arm and ushered me away.

Oh God, help me to think rightly for me and my children.  

Help me to work hard and well.  

Help me to share burdens; lighten loads instead of add to them.  

Help me to speak kindly and boldly, and to listen with care.

Help me build up the broken-hearted and search for the lost.  

Help me to not become so busy in my own kingdom that laboring for you becomes a chore.

To the God who gives me new breath each day for his glory.  


Joy in all you will tend to today.


6 responses to How Will I Remember To Be Still?

  1. Kristene Edwards says:

    Love the “thank you Dr. Phil” comment, classic. So excited to have you back in Texas and look forward to seeing you next week. Needed this today as I rush around my 70 acres trying to get all the chores done before picking the kids up. As always my plate is too full, so I’m gonna put some off till tomorrow for Tommy to do. I’m gonna get pool side. HE!

  2. Anonymous says:

    Thank you for this! I need it! I have added to my favorites so I can be reminded of it often! Welcome back…miss you!

  3. Anonymous says:

    Welcome Back Kim! I’ve been praying for your transition and I hope that the hustle/
    bustle becomes quieter and more peaceful very soon! Can you imagine that when we moved back here from Miami I actually felt like we were on the farm here?! If you wanna be still on my back porch with a little glass of vino…we had a raincheck from years ago!

  4. Marie Payne says:

    So glad to have you back in Austin! 🙂

  5. Traci Miller says:

    my email is so clogged I missed this one I am going to post this somewhere always a good reminder it was so nice of you to hang back and share some of this with me on the trot around the pond

    On Fri, Aug 31, 2012 at 11:49 AM, Given Breath

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