A time for everything

There is a time for everything,
   and a season for every activity under the heavens:

 ² a time to be born and a time to die,
   a time to plant and a time to uproot,
 ³ a time to kill and a time to heal,
   a time to tear down and a time to build,
 ⁴ a time to weep and a time to laugh,
   a time to mourn and a time to dance,
 ⁵ a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
   a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
 ⁶ a time to search and a time to give up,
   a time to keep and a time to throw away,
 ⁷ a time to tear and a time to mend,
   a time to be silent and a time to speak,
 ⁸ a time to love and a time to hate,
   a time for war and a time for peace. 

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

If you have been around me lately, it's probably no surprise to you that I have been feeling a bit overwhelmed at times.  There are changes in personnel at my job, and my tasks are ever expanding.  My friend Mandy and her son Beckett are always on my mind.  Kevin has been working many extra hours on engineering projects lately.  Benton requires more walks now that our yard has been planted since we can't just let him out into the fenced backyard.  I'm anxiously awaiting for our yard to flourish (and rolling my eyes when our water bill is in the triple digits).  A little bit over a week ago, I was in two car accidents one day apart.  None of these items on their own are overwhelming, but the cumulative effect is dizzying.

I've never been the kind of person that likes to juggle a dozen or more tasks. I prefer to do one or two tasks at a time and do them well.  My mom jokes all the time that she has the brain of someone who multitasked at a career for almost 40 years; she can't concentrate on anything now (insert squirrel reference from the movie UP! here). I know it's a part of life, especially this season in my life, where demands on my time become more and more.  I know I need to "let go, let God," and not worry about having everything perfect. I know that in many ways, I may look back a few years from now and think, "Why was I so stressed out then?"

Sometimes I wonder, though, where does it say, "A time to be busy" or "A time to be stressed?"