It’s been one of those weeks, where the new renters don’t show up to sign the contract on our house and we have to put it back on the market. I have to repeatedly tell my family “just a few more weeks” until we can start spending money to get our farm house up and running. It’s been one of those weeks where my legs hurt so badly I have to plan trips up the stairs to the kids’ rooms. I find myself biting my tongue so I don’t take the pain out on any of them. It’s been one of those weeks where my gloriously momma bath time keeps getting delayed, until it’s been seven days since I washed my own hair. It’s been one of those weeks where I sign on to my Influence Network team meeting several minutes late, due to an extra-special Isaiah Jane tantrum. Forget about elaborating on any of the blog post ideas in my head, heart, and iPhone. I’m just trying to stay afloat, y’all!
And then I came across this photo on Facebook. At first, it struck me because this woman is wearing, and most likely nursing, a set of twins. But then I noticed the lady in bed in the background. I have it on good authority (okay, just my gut) that she’s actually the mama of these tiny newborns. She rests and recovers, while her friend/sister/whomever picks up the slack. In some countries, it’s common for entire villages to nurse babies, in order to keep everyone alive and well. It literally takes a village to raise a child.
What a beautiful concept… but can we also apply it to womanhood? Can I wave my white flag and admit that I need a village to get me through weeks like this? Because as introverted as I am, I need it. I need an entire village. And I’m not ashamed of it.
As I hammered out this post for the Influence blog last week, I realized the Lord was doing a number on my heart in the quietest of ways. I’ve hinted with friends and written about it here in the past, but I fully acknowledge how busy I am. I fully acknowledge how dangerous that can be, for my health and my marriage and my career and my lifestyle. I knew this year would be about prioritizing and creating more margin in my life. It’s my 2013 word, as cheesy as it sounds. When making decisions, I find myself constantly asking the question, What does this help me leverage? Does this give me more or less margin?
It seems as though in order to help me build more margin, God has brought me into a season of being influenced by my circle of influence. He delivered you folks straight to me, in the form of Internet friends and coworkers and fellow church attendees. He gave you to me and asked me to encourage you and love you well, and yet right now? All of a sudden? Now it’s your turn, and you’re doing a fantastic job. And during a week like this, I’m cashing in and soaking it up.