Come, Sacrificing Often

By Jamie Wiechman and Justin Rossow

Jamie:

My January and February were a bit intense this year. That’s on top of last year’s intensity. Now that I’m counting, I guess I’d say it’s been one version of craziness or another for at least 5 years. At least.

So even though I wouldn’t have called the start of this year bad, per se, there was a level of commotion that left me keyed up and quite overstimulated. To the point where I found myself stuck: I couldn’t figure out how to come down.

I was tired. Had I been a toddler, you might have called me “overtired.” You know: the kind where you need a nap (badly) but you are going to pitch a fit and fight it with everything you’ve got? I was that kind of tired. Exhaustion met hyper-stimulation, and the rest I desperately needed continued to elude me.

After a Google search intended to solve my problems (Yes; I was researching rest. Isn’t that almost as good as actually resting?), I discovered that, according to one search result, if I lived in France my prolonged overstimulation, chronic stress, and subsequent health challenges might be treated with spa days and extended vacations. (Note to self: Consider a move to France.) Beyond that, I was intrigued by the idea of a month-long solo vacation on a quiet beach with a stack of novels.

Since these two ideas seemed a bit far-fetched, I began pondering what sort of lifestyle changes I would need to implement if I wanted to keep myself from getting hyped up.

Ever again.

In my whole life.

(Obviously, much less far-fetched.)

 Desperation had clearly set in.

I was well beyond deep breathing, going for a walk, going to bed early, or taking a day or two off. I needed something bigger; a solution that could deliver deeper relief. I was entering panic mode.

OK, maybe it was just a mild panic. I don’t know if it was as dramatic as I make it out to be, or if it just felt like it was. Maybe it didn’t matter if it was all in my head or not. I was keenly aware of my need for help.

I was thinking, maybe never getting stimulated ever again in my whole life might be setting the bar a little high… But I wasn’t sure, so I reached out to a friend who has helped me in the past when I wanted to scale down a drastically large next step.

Jamie:

I was so glad Justin reached out! I immediately texted him and we set up a time to talk. On the phone, a torrent of ideas, concerns, fears, and overwhelm poured out of my mouth. (God bless Justin for hanging in there.) I guess I had been needing a place to dump all those words.

After listening with patience void of judgment (God bless him for that, too), Justin asked me what Jesus had been speaking into my life lately.

He suggested a quiet moment to pray and consider. What a kind offering in my storm: an invitation to pause and notice. There was so much going on in my head, and I definitely needed a minute to sort out what in there might possibly be God at work.

What was the Lord speaking into my life? Come; pausing often for sacrifice.

Great invitation, but what does that look like practically? Justin and I started batting around some ideas.

Jamie:

First, the invitation to come didn’t seem to suggest quitting everything in my life. That idea came off the table pretty quickly. (Sigh.)

Pause often. That seemed like a helpful concept in terms of keeping the stimulation (and subsequent over-stimulation) to a manageable amount. But what does it mean to pause often?

In 2 Samuel, David paused every six steps. That is frequent. What might it look like to pause quite frequently; the equivalent of every six steps for me? Often enough that it would feel slightly disruptive… maybe even sacrificial? Hmmm…. I think I can dial this in a little further….

Jamie:

As I kept processing what next step experiment I was going to run, with all the how’s, and when’s, and what time of day’s specified enough to make it possible to actually try, I settled on pausing (like David) six times a day: morning, mid-morning, lunch time, mid-afternoon, dinner time, before bed. The idea was of a short interruption of my routine to recalibrate: maybe 5 minutes of prayerful reflection, tops.

Next concept: sacrifice. It doesn’t take very long in my day before I am carrying burdens and pressures… often before my feet hit the floor in the morning.

What if my sacrifice could be to lay these down? I could take a moment to notice any pressures or burdens I had picked up (good or bad), and imagine myself kneeling down, laying these on an altar as if they were David’s bull or a fattened calf, and letting the fire to consume them.

Now we’re getting somewhere! A couple things seemed missing to me, though.

Because I easily pick up burden, I wanted to make sure I wasn’t building in more pressure with my sacrifice. (I could just imagine stressing about whether my sacrifice was “good enough” to count, even in this small experiment.)

So I wanted to receive the gift of Jesus’ sacrifice as more significant than my own. In an attempt to connect with this reality, after kneeling at the altar, I planned to imagine Jesus serving me his supper: the gift of his body and blood to feed me; Jesus’ presence as more nourishing than anything I could accomplish or produce in my day.

Then I wanted to apply his sacrifice to my current circumstance: what specifically did his sacrifice cover? In what specific way was his grace sufficient for me in that specific moment?

Lastly, I noticed that David left his sacrifice rejoicing and praising. I wanted to do the same. The final piece of my plan was to consider what rejoicing this pause provided for me. Because of Jesus’ sacrifice, in what specific way could I praise or celebrate?

I made note cards for myself (see the bottom of this blog to print your own) with these ideas as headings, and blanks for me to fill in. (Part of what I learned in Disciple Like You Mean It is the power of adding tools or helps to your physical environment to enable you to do what you are wanting to do.)

Eager to see how it would go, I decided to start the experiment right away and run it for the next two days. Then I shared my plan with my friend Justin.

Jamie:

Who might I ask to join me in my experiment? That may have been the toughest question of the whole process. My next step felt so “out there” and odd in my mind that I couldn’t fathom asking someone to do it with me. In fact, it was only out of sheer desperation that I even let someone know what I was struggling with in the first place.

When Justin mentioned that he would be willing to give this a try along with me, I almost cried. The gift of having someone to talk with through my overwhelm had already been significant. The additional offer to walk the next steps with me was beyond my imagining, giving me support for my next step that made it even seem kind of fun.

Jamie:

During my first run, I experienced a gentle and gracious way to begin winding down from the adrenaline I had been riding. I had a practical way to draw near to Jesus in the midst of my craziness. I felt connected to his loving-kindness and grace at numerous points throughout my day. This security countered the force that was relentlessly driving me to restlessness. Really helpful!

Sure, it didn’t solve everything for me. I was still tired, and my mind continued to be overly active. However, I found this practice to be helpful in a very tangible way. It connected me to Jesus, to kindness, and to grace. It got my feet moving in the direction I was wanting to go.

Jamie:

I was quite encouraged by my first run with the experiment, so I decided I could test it out at an upcoming event. I was scheduled to attend and to present, so I figured, over those two days I would probably be prone to spin up into the kind of over-stimulated state I wanted to avoid. I made my plan a little looser, not quite sure when the breaks would be scheduled, but intending to take a moment between sessions to pause with Jesus, as well as in the mornings and evenings.

When I paused midway through the event to consider what I might be carrying, I noticed a general sense of having missed something or having made some mistake that I couldn’t yet identify. (Apparently, I spend a lot of time self-assessing when I present, and had been about to get into that process.) It was a sweet relief to offer this fear of failure to Jesus instead of finding myself in a spin about all the ways I may have messed up.

I took note that Jesus’ sacrifice covers everything I should have done, but didn’t.

I found myself connecting to this Scriptural truth at a level beyond just my intellect, which was really helpful. The “go out rejoicing” step flowed naturally out of my relief: his grace is sufficient and my sin is washed clean. These words I’ve heard many times had a significant impact on me that morning. I walked away a little lighter, with no pit to dig myself out of that day.

The morning after the event, I felt spent. When I went to fill out my card, I felt that I had little capacity to think about it. I changed a couple of the words on the card so it would fit better my experience that day.

+ Lay down: My small offering.

+ His sacrifice covers mercy: Receives it as a treasure.

+ Go out rejoicing that: It’s okay to sometimes have a small gift.

When I went to picture Jesus feeding me his supper, what came to mind instead was a teeny, tiny fire on the tiny altar of my small sacrifice. That gracious acceptance of my small gift made me chuckle: Jesus joyfully receives even the smallest gifts we bring. That’s a relief!

Jamie:

So, am I “all better” now? No more fear of getting wound up and overstimulated? I wish! But I do have what I need to start imagining another small next step. One of the most valuable things I have learned recently is how gracious and patient and kind Jesus is to me. I can keep taking small next steps and, even then they don’t work out as planned, Jesus is with me along the way.

I guess I’ll let go of the dream of fixing my overstimulation problem with one fell swoop. (Unless, of course, anyone knows of rental property available in France…) And I’ll keep using the ideas behind the Come, Sacrificing Often cards to help me lean on Jesus more and more.

I even keep a copy of the actual card in my purse, just in case.


2 Comments

  1. small steps, with visible progress markers, that tell the story of what the Lord is doing- YES.

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