And I’m a workaholic.
This sounds ridiculous for a 23-year-old young woman to say who has neither a hectic work life or a home full of small children, but it’s true. Every time that a holiday rolls around, I am reminded of this fact doubly so. Unless my hands are busy with something, I feel useless and in the way. The little things in my life have to be built up to great worthy heights and done in a rush, because I have oh-so-many other important things to attend to! In all my busy-busy, I become a Martha and forget. Forget to step back and remember what is really important. To love. To listen. To capture moments, not checkmarks. To ‘choose the good portion’ and yield my cares to a Redeemer who can shoulder far more than I ever could.