By definition, balance means “an even distribution of weight.” I love all things fair and even. Balance sounds like a good way to approach life, but it’s an impossible target. And when we pursue it, we inevitably end up feeling like we’re failing. Guilty because we can’t keep everything “balanced” - family, work, marriage, activities, hobbies.
My children are one of the main ways God speaks to me these days - both through their tantrums and their pure and innocent hearts. How many times have I fussed at God because he said "no" or "not yet," or in his kindness he protected me, but I viewed it as confining instead of a blessing?
I wonder how our relationship with the Father would change if we related to Him in the manner in which we're trying to teach our children to relate to us? Acknowledging that He knows more than we do, coming to Him when we need help or when we messed up, accepting that when he asks us to wait that there is a loving purpose.
I am learning to respect the seasons. Not in a despairing, mournful way, but with anticipation and expectation. (I do not believe God ordains suffering, but he is certainly the redeemer and purpose-maker of it). I am learning to greet the seasons with Holy Spirit-led vision and expectation. Sometimes it's a season for big things and sometimes for small things. A season for preparation and a season for reaping the benefits of years of faithfulness.
When we make obedience a "dirty word," we remove the potential to find joy in obedience. We unintentionally create rule-following disciples who will fall away when they encounter actual challenges. Why? Because they have been taught that obedience is about restriction as opposed to living in freedom. There is redemptive power in allowing the Lord to teach us joy in the midst of trial. There is joy in obedience.