We are of no use to anyone if we don’t take time to relax and refill. Being a giving, loving mother, wife, daughter, … is impossible without giving to and loving ourselves.
I know as a Christian we are taught to put others first. I understand. However, if I don’t take time out to recharge, I’m completely incapable of caring for anyone.
I have learned this the hard way.
When I first entered recovery from drugs and alcohol almost 15 years ago, my body was in deep despair on so many levels. I thought if I could just throw myself into taking care of my daughter and shortly after my sobriety began, my new husband, everything would be perfect. I would suddenly be redeemed.
We all know it is not serving others that brings us redemption and forgiveness, but that’s a story for another day…
During those early days of recovery, my body collapsed in exhaustion while my mind raced with all I should be accomplishing. Many days were spent in bed, which could have been in a peaceful, healing way, but instead those days were filled with guilt leading to more exhaustion. A vicious cycle that took years to escape…
Today, I know how to relax. I realize the importance of time for myself in order to carry out the many roles God has granted me.
Here are a few of my favorite ways to Relax and Refill:
Bible Study and Prayer
I go to Him. So many days I feel helpless and afraid, overcome with worry about my husband, kids, or life in general. Opening up my Bible brings immediate relief. It’s not only the words written inside, but also my dedicating those moments to God. He notices.
God has placed within us a deep need for Him. I have heard it said that we all have a “God-shaped hole” in our hearts that nothing else can fill.
~Lysa TerKeurst, Am I Messing Up My Kids? (p. 60)
He wants us to only be completely refilled by Him. I tried so many other things in my life to fill my “God-shaped hole” and now I know why they never worked.
As stated earlier, I used to feel so guilty for my time relaxing in bed. This one is a fine line for me due to the depression that overtakes me at times. I’m slowly learning the difference in days spent cuddled in my bed to recharge and those stemming from the darkness of mental illness.
Last weekend, I spent a day in bed with my son. We read, watched movies, and ate most of our meals there. We have done this before. Many times. This particular day though, I let myself relax into it. I didn’t stress about all we could be doing. We laid there with no worries, and refilled.
Everyone can find refuge in journaling their worries, triumphs, and life experiences. I feel so blessed to have this space to share my stories. The therapeutic benefits of writing continue to astound me.
*What helps you to relax and refill? I would love for you to share ideas with us in the comment section…