In every woman's life comes the moment when you realize you're DTM: Doing Too Much. Too much at work, too much at church, too much at school. Not enough at home.
Sometimes we resolve to "do better next year."
And sometimes God has a more radical plan in store.
I discovered I was DTM three years ago while taking a shower in a city far from home. (I often have "ahas" in odd places.) Preparing to be the guest speaker for an all-day event, yet desperately missing my family, I stood beneath the spray of hot water, drenched with tears.
My heart's desire of ministering to women at conferences had come truebut at a cost I no longer could ignore. Thirty weekends away from home each year. Dozens of forfeited special events with my husband and teens. Lonely hotel rooms and crowded airports. Exhaustion.
Standing there, naked not only in body but also in spirit, I had to face the ugly truth: My crazy life was my fault. Though I'd convinced myself it was ministry and therefore worth any sacrifice, the truth was there were other, less lovely reasons for my tendency to DTMego needs, financial wants, insecurity issues, and on and on.
I didn't have to wait long for an answer: Rest one year. Be still. Recharge. With that quiet assurance came an echo from Scripture: "Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from him" (Psalm 62:5).
Yes! My heart literally leaped for joy. So did the rest of me.
The very thought of spending a year at homea year without traveling or speaking, a year of mothering and writing, a year of ministering privately instead of publicly, a year of seeking God's heartsent me jumping out of the shower and reaching for the telephone.1