I was still asleep when my 'Mumsie' called. Actually, she's my 83-year-old cousin, but she loves me and talks to me like a mom would.
"Did I wake you up?"
"Um, yeah. But that's OK. I should be getting up now, anyway."
"It's 9:00 a.m.! How come you're still in bed?"
"I was blogging until 3:30 this morning."
"Girl, I'm worried about you! Why are you adding even more to your plate? You're trying to do too much. You're taking care of everyone else first and not yourself! Are you eating, sleeping and exercising on a regular schedule yet?"
"Nothing I said last time sank in, did it!"
"I know. I know you're right, Mumsie."
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I didn't tell her this, but I've been having heart palpitations lately.
When I finally crawled into bed that evening I was exhausted to the core. And then I heard God's quiet whisper. "If you want to come 'home' prematurely, keep doing what you're doing! But know that's not what I had planned for you!"
I think this was a wake-up call.
Maybe I'd better listen this time.
It is senseless for you to work so hard from early morning until late at night, fearing you will starve to death; for God wants his loved ones to get their proper rest. Psalms 127:2 (Living Bible)
You made my body, Lord; now give me sense to heed your laws. Psalms 119:73 (Living Bible)