But most days were a hodge-podge of eating confusion. In the morning she would devour her perfectly balanced breakfast, but at lunch, she wouldn’t touch her food.
Then I spoke to her very wise pediatrician, who first assured me Rebekah was growing and well-nourished. Then she recommended I look at her nutrition over an entire week, not over each individual day.
I used to view balance in life the way I viewed Rebekah’s eating habits. On the days I carved out time for bible study, prayer, exercise, housework, chatting with friends, reading to the children, cooking from scratch and connecting with my husband, I was balanced. On the other 364 days of the year, I was a failure.
I now see balance as progress and growth over the course of time, rather than something to achieve perfectly each individual day. I see it more as fluid and dynamic, as opposed to structured and scheduled. I measure it more by levels of peace and joy instead of number of items crossed off the to-do list.
I realize now, some days God will call me to spend several hours studying the word and never answer my e-mails—and that will be a perfectly balanced day. Other days, God will call me to hold a feverish child and order pizza for dinner—and that, too, will be a perfectly balanced day.
Balance can only be determined by how accurately I heard and obeyed God’s voice today,