When my hands are full…

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It was a Friday afternoon, not much different than the rest. After a long and busy week of work I was ready for the weekend, and some rest.  I walked into my kids’ school excited to see them like I am every day.  I spend my entire day, every day looking forward to seeing my family and usually moments after signing them out of school, they start to bicker.  Sometimes the whining starts before I even get the chance to sign them out.  That’s our life, and it’s precious to me.

The Friday afternoon I speak of was filled with the same Friday routine as every other week.  I gathered pillows and blankets from our preschoolers classroom to be washed, fresh, and ready for Monday.  I gathered soggy snow clothes, lunch pails, a weeks worth of art work (sometimes that includes a paper with one tiny scribble in a corner, but its art none-the-less and don’t let them catch you trying to sneak it into the trash).  I balanced my overflowing arms carefully as I tried to sign out our older child, dropped a few things, bent over to picked up what I dropped, and of course dropped something else in the process.  This is what Fridays look like for us.  The stack of Friday was so heaping in my arms that I could hardly see in front of me, let alone get the door open to go outside and then my youngest reached out to me and said “mom, can you hold this?”  Immediately the thought crossed my mind “I seriously need more hands!”

It was in that one little thought on an ordinary Friday afternoon that God hit me right in the soft spot in my heart.  Right in that moment He hit me with something so profound that I’ll never forget it.  He said to me “you’d still try to carry more than you should.”  That moment was about so much more than my heap of Friday.  It was more than dirty blankets, wet snow clothes, and a pile of crumpled art work, this was my life on a much larger scale.  God could give me 10 more hands, both literally and figuratively, and I would still try to carry more than I should. 

There are SO MANY TIMES I try to get through the “Fridays” of this life with hands so full I keep dropping stuff.  I try to get through this life so many times in my own strength rather than His.  Often it’s not until my hands, and heart are so overflowingly full and heavy, that I have to cry out and ask Him “will you please carry this for me? It’s much too heavy now.  It’s in the way so much I can’t even see around it anymore.  I have no idea where I’m headed because I can’t see around my heaps anymore God, please carry this for me.” Why do I always wait until my hands are full to hand it to Him? Why do I wait until my “Fridays” are heaping to hand it to Him?

28 Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. 29 Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.
Matthew 11:28-29
This life can feel so heavy sometimes.  It may start out as a pillow and a blanket and before you know it, your hands are too full.  Don’t wait until your hands are full and your heart is weary to call out to Him, He wants to give you rest for your soul.  Resting in Him is the most peaceful rest. 
God when my hands are full and my heart is heavy, when this life leaves me weary and heavy laden, please remind me that Your hands are big enough to carry me. 
In His Love,
Rosalynn L

About Rosalynn Lasley

I’ve been happily married to my high school sweetheart more years of my life than believable. It’s true what they say, time flies when you’re having fun. God has blessed us with 4 children, 3 we have the pleasure of raising, and one waiting for us in Heaven.

I have always enjoyed writing but my call to ministry came during some of my most difficult times thus far. Writing for Alaska Christian Women’s Ministry helped me start to make sense of all that God has been walking me through, even when sometimes it’s messy and painful. I never realized that telling my story, even the ugly parts, could be encouraging to other women until I started writing. It’s true that God will make beauty from ashes, you just have to let Him.

My writing is often serious, and sometimes heavy in nature, but in real life I’m usually the complete opposite of serious. I LOVE TO LAUGH, and say that humor is my unofficial spiritual gift. I’m fairly awkward when first meeting someone, but if I can make you laugh then I think we’ll end up being excellent friends. I’m certain that my husband is the only person on earth that doesn’t think I’m all that funny. If I can make him laugh, I’m a happy girl!

I have the blessing of serving in the junior high ministry at my local church, and find it such a joy hanging out with those smelly young people, week after week. They bless my heart far more than I could ever bless theirs in the short amount of time we meet each week.

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