Sometimes, when I want to get better perspective, I find it helpful to think of the word in its spacial sense. How big is this thing, really? How close is it? Am I about to get run over by a freight train or a hamster?
I'm starting to notice that there are a lot of inflatable freight trains in life. Things that look massive, but just because they've been filled with a bunch of hot air (some of it mine, some of it other people's).
It's become commonplace for people to wear their busy-ness, overwhelmed-ness, and struggles as a badge of honor. If we're overwhelmed, it's because we're indispensable for so many people. What we're doing is very, very important. Bah. Centuries of people have done important things with equanimity. Centuries of blusterers have passed into dust and anonymity.
My word of blessing today: You are precious, but you are not important. God is. May you rejoice in those relative sizes.
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