Peter has been encouraging me to blog, despite my instance that there's "nothing" to blog about. Of course, I realize that not actually having anything specific to write about hardly stops a blogger, in fact it probably encourages most of them. I, on the other hand, like to wait for big events to happen which might provide for interesting reading material. Lately, there haven't been too many of these.
Since we returned from our numerous vacations (to the beach with my parents, to a wedding in Ohio, to my sister's bridal shower) life has been relatively monotonous. As an introvert, I'm really okay with this. I like to spend my days at home, playing with our daughter, doing some house work, reading, sewing, and being quiet. Lately, however, even these mundane and simple tasks have been difficult, the reason for which lends me my topic for today.
I'm not sure if we've mentioned it before, but I am currently in my seventh month of, so far, a wonderfully uneventful pregnancy. The biggest problem I've had has been keeping my iron count and, consequently, my energy level up. I've never been big on exercising or physical labor, but lately even little things like having breakfast in the morning or going up and down the stairs leave me out of breath and longing for a nap. I know that there are many people with many conditions that have similar issues, but as a young woman who has been healthy her entire life this experience is completely new and foreign to me. My natural inclination is to use the exhaustion as an excuse to be lazy, this then leads me to feel guilty about letting Peter pick up the slack in the house work, as well as thoughts about how bad I am at being a good wife, stay at home mom, etc.
Here's where our journey into Orthodoxy has met me head on. First, I have a name for those depressing thoughts: logosmoi. Just having a label is nice - it allows me to recognize them for what they are and dismiss them. Second, I have found that I have the strength to do some things and that that strength comes from the Father and no where else. That I have the ability to do anything by myself, even when not pregnant, is an illusion. All my strength comes from Him - this experience has made that fact more apparent. Finally, I know that I do not have the strength to do all that I feel is expected of me, but I can do all that He expects of me and there is much freedom in that. I may be able to do the dishes, but I can't do the dishes, mop the floor, vacuum, do laundry and go shopping.
That's okay. Things will get done in their own time. I can let go and rest in his light yoke.