What really matters?

I just made my favorite cinnamon tea latte and am tempted to guzzle it while I hurry on my way to finishing my chores.  I long to contemplate life over a cup of tea while I frantically try to do it all.  There’s a rat race in my mind and I only want peace.  I constantly log the things I have to do and dread them all at this point.  I want to do all these other things but yet I can’t get a handle on just the little things.  Then it comes to me.  I have to get really organized about doing my housework and other chores so I’ll have time for the fun things.  So I stop to enjoy my tea and spend some time with God while I sip my tea.  Both kids are asleep and I can’t decide what is more important: a nap or a blitz around the house.  A nap is usually never my choice, but today it was.  And I feel freer to take breaks and write and spend time with God when I take naps (well I do today anyway).  It forces me to stop and slow down.  There is a fine line there between taking care of myself and being lazy and irresponsible.  There is a fine line between having grace for myself and just not doing what I needed to.  I haven’t found the balance, but I’m teetering along the tight rope.  Lately I have had a phrase frequent my mind “What really matters?”  On days like today, I want to throw my hands in the air and say “ I don’t care what really matters, I want to get all my chores done and I want everyone else to cooperate and I want to be in a selfish, mean, bad mood while I’m doing it.”  I hate to admit it.  I don’t like this about myself, but this is where I am today.  Until just now.  I’m stopping.  I’m going back to where I should have started my day.  I’m going back to His word, His promises.  I’m going back to remember what really matters.  Will you join me?