Wanted, yes. Valued, definitely. But am I needed?
In 1999 I was busy. Active in my community, working, volunteering, and given the stress I often felt, integral to much of it.
Ah yes. Stress. How would I get it all done? Who was going to help? Couldn’t someone else step up for a change? If I didn’t manage the task, what a mess we’d have. My multiple commitments were at times heavy. At times I desired release. But who would do it if I didn’t?
Then the calendar turned. May 24, 1999. The phone call. Our daughter. In an accident. Catastrophic injury. Intensive Care. Life-long disability. Rehabilitation.
Life eventually settled down. A day came when I went back and visited my land of Busy-ness. What ill effects had occurred when I made my unexpected exit, dropping responsibilities and commitments in my wake?
Ill effects? Not a lot. The committees and organizations were still happily humming along. People had filled the gaps I left, and with just a few ripples.
I’m not sure if that was good or not.
It did impress me, though. We are not the centre of anything. We are valued parts, but not pivotal. God will always catch up any loose threads we leave accidentally, on purpose, or because he’s pulled us out. If something is in his plan, he’ll attend to it, with or without us.
For me, it was an object lesson in wearing the yoke with Jesus. If I can’t pull or carry the weight, he can, he will. I do not need to stress about anything!
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30