Most of us identify with our generation. Whether the Builders, Baby Boomers, Generation X, Generation Z, Millennials or iGeneration. I am a Baby Boomer, also aptly called “The Sandwich Generation.” The sandwich on my plate consists of many demands on my time. I am married to a wonderful man. I work two part-time jobs and endeavor to keep track of two grown children, one of whom is getting married next spring. My husband and I teach Sunday school and I attend small groups, knit and quilt. I love working in my flower garden and talking with great friends. My life is good but I need forty-eight-hour days.
This past December my dad passed away and left my mom alone in a big house, which is four hours from my home. Through the winter and spring I spent time with her every other weekend to handle affairs and take care of the house. I loved helping her but my life was thrown topsy-turvy. What was my problem? I wanted to do it all! I wanted to spend time with my husband, as he quipped, “We do still like each other!” I wanted to visit my children, spend time with my mom, talk with friends, serve my church. And on and on.
I did well until summer when I hit the proverbial wall. Burned out, tired, and worried that I would let everyone down if I took time for me, I finally did the unthinkable— I spent a weekend by myself. Do you know what I discovered? The Person I most neglected was God. Yes, I had said microwave prayers. Those short fast ones. But I hadn’t quieted my soul and rested in the Source of life. That weekend, His kindness blessed me. I began to rise early and spend time with him. He gave me the strength I needed to serve others. I trusted him, and He blessed me deep within.
How else can this “Sandwich Generation,” or any other for that matter, serve others? We are the arms and voice of Christ, but we must stay close to Him.
My encouragement is this: if you are sandwiched and squeezed, spend time with God and his Word. He will lift you up and nourish your soul— Oh, what a difference He makes!
I have calmed and quieted my soul, I am like a weaned child with its mother; like a weaned child I am content. Psalm 131:
Anita Campbell serves on the Communications Committee of the Women’s Resource Council. She and her husband, John, live in Bentleyville, Pennsylvania. They have two grown children, living in VA and PA. She works as a secretary for CM Hall Associates and the Bentleyville First Presbyterian Church. Anita and John teach the youth Sunday School Class. She is an elder and currently serves as a deacon. She enjoys being with her family, traveling, gardening, knitting and quilting.