Y’all, why am I standing at my kitchen island on a Monday, eating an entire tub of Amish Potato Salad?
Simply because I can.
It’s been three straight weeks of non-stop busy, with no end in sight. Some days I feel like I don’t even have time to breathe. Laundry piles are staging a coup, emails are multiplying like rabbits, and the dishwasher is staring at me in judgment. The car could probably hide a small family in its mess. And don’t even get me started on the bunny cage or chicken coops.
I should be making a nice, healthy lunch. I should be doing any one of a hundred chores. But today… Monkey Boy is napping. The house is quiet for five glorious minutes, and I’m doing something for me. Something sinful, perhaps. Something wonderfully, beautifully indulgent. Eating comfort food in a quiet kitchen, all by myself.
And you know what? That’s okay.
It reminded me of Mary and Martha in Luke 10:38-42. Martha was frantic, running around, worried about the preparations. Mary… she sat at Jesus’ feet and just listened. Jesus gently reminded Martha that Mary had chosen what was better. Even in the middle of busyness, taking time to simply be with Him—and to recharge—is not just allowed, it’s necessary.
Psalm 46:10 says:
“Be still, and know that I am God.”
Sometimes, that looks like sitting in the quiet with a tub of potato salad, letting the world wait for five minutes.
It doesn’t make you lazy or selfish—it makes you human, and it makes space for God to remind you that His grace is enough, even when your to-do list is not. You can’t hear that still small voice if you never slow down enough to listen.
So go ahead, mamas. Steal those moments. Sit at the kitchen island. Eat your comfort food. Pray a little, breathe a little, and remember: sometimes being still is exactly the work God wants you to do today.
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