I wonder if you are like me when Saturday comes.
I awaken with a nightmarish chill from the leisurely breakfast I am enjoying on the deck with Tom and the birds. I suddenly remember my to-do list of the week and realize most dreams and plans scribbled in hope and anticipation on Monday are not checked off.
A friend remarked this week, “it is so sad that life gets in the way of living.” Everyday life — urgent, priority, demanding stuff— appointments, schedules, meetings, laundry, dinner preparation, shopping for dinner–the list is endless– but it just happens.
I feel a lot like Paul when he said he did what he didn’t want to do and never did those things he wanted to do. (Of course, he was speaking of more spiritual matters–or was he?)
Necessary is just that; it has to be. Oh, but how often I neglect the truly special, soft tender moments of genuine living for the urgent. I want to make time for those things that give reason, purpose and joy to the pressing minutes of my day.
Early morning quiet times give focus and clarity with the Father, but then frantic takes over. You wouldn’t believe that blogging is important to me, would you? I appreciate you that “follow” my journey to now; your comments connect us on the journey. I so want to check in with you each week, to share an insight, a moment of reality in a day. Dare I make a promise to you and to me? I will check this one important work off my list every week.
But right now, I am running out the door to mow the back yard. I will meet you on Tuesday next.