I read something on my friend Lisa's blog a couple of days ago, and it has been stirring in my heart ever since.

An excerpt from The Rest of God by Mark Buchanan.

"One measure for whether or not you're rested enough is to ask yourself this: How much do I care about the things I care about? When we lose concern for people, both the lost and the found, for the bride of Christ, for friendship, for truth and beauty and goodness; when we cease to laugh when our children laugh (and instead yell at them to quiet down) or weep when our spouses weep (and instead wish they didn't get so emotional); when we hear news of trouble among our neighbors and our first thought is that we hope it isn't going to involve us - when we stop caring about the things we care about - that's a signal we're too busy. We have let ourselves be consumed by the things that feed the ego but starve the soul.
Busyness kills the heart! Busyness makes us stop caring about the things we care about."

This rings in my ears, loud and true.
Although this busyness may take on different forms in our lives, it is all too easy to let it consume us. The busyness that kills the heart, and makes us not have the time or energy to care about the things we care about, as we should. The busyness that closes in our world and makes it seem so small, revolving around ourselves and our selfish needs. The busyness that makes serving others highly inconvenient. The busyness that makes loving our neighbor as ourselves impossible to do.