Whoosh! That’s the sound of my week getting away from me. Is it really Wednesday? Wasn’t it just Sunday a few hours ago? What happened to Monday and Tuesday? This is happening much too often these days.
When we were first instructed to work from home, I had grand designs on my time. At the beginning of the week, I would awaken early to get a fresh and invigorated start. My energy would be abundant since I wouldn’t have the interruptions I’ve come to expect in a day at the office. I would work awhile at my neatly arranged workspace, go for a walk around the block with the dog, work a bit more, get some housework done, work, cook fabulous meals, wrap up work, take another walk, and then relax at a decent hour of the evening before heading to bed amazed and satisfied at the amount I had accomplished throughout the day. With the number of walks through the neighborhood coupled with my marvelous home-cooked feasts (healthy selections perfectly balanced and rich with flavor), I surely would enjoy a drop in calories. Yes, in the beginning, I had a plan.
That plan lasted less time than it took to type the previous paragraph. Days are disappearing faster than you can say “didn’t-get-that-done.” The blog entry I started first thing this morning is in its infancy – nowhere near publishing to the website – and it’s now after midnight. Wait! That means it’s tomorrow! Whoosh! There goes another one.
When life throws curve balls and I become discouraged with the amount of interruptions, I’m always drawn to the psalms. The beauty of the poetry and the consistent returning to God in praise reminds me of which path to take. “But the path of the righteous is like the light of dawn, which shines brighter and brighter until full day.” (Proverbs 4:18, NRSV) Oh right, I remember now. I’m not called to success; I’m called to faithfulness.
As tomorrow becomes today, I’m looking forward to the brightness of the day and the fullness of praise. Looks like I have a new plan.
Faithfully,
Pastor Beth
When we were first instructed to work from home, I had grand designs on my time. At the beginning of the week, I would awaken early to get a fresh and invigorated start. My energy would be abundant since I wouldn’t have the interruptions I’ve come to expect in a day at the office. I would work awhile at my neatly arranged workspace, go for a walk around the block with the dog, work a bit more, get some housework done, work, cook fabulous meals, wrap up work, take another walk, and then relax at a decent hour of the evening before heading to bed amazed and satisfied at the amount I had accomplished throughout the day. With the number of walks through the neighborhood coupled with my marvelous home-cooked feasts (healthy selections perfectly balanced and rich with flavor), I surely would enjoy a drop in calories. Yes, in the beginning, I had a plan.
That plan lasted less time than it took to type the previous paragraph. Days are disappearing faster than you can say “didn’t-get-that-done.” The blog entry I started first thing this morning is in its infancy – nowhere near publishing to the website – and it’s now after midnight. Wait! That means it’s tomorrow! Whoosh! There goes another one.
When life throws curve balls and I become discouraged with the amount of interruptions, I’m always drawn to the psalms. The beauty of the poetry and the consistent returning to God in praise reminds me of which path to take. “But the path of the righteous is like the light of dawn, which shines brighter and brighter until full day.” (Proverbs 4:18, NRSV) Oh right, I remember now. I’m not called to success; I’m called to faithfulness.
As tomorrow becomes today, I’m looking forward to the brightness of the day and the fullness of praise. Looks like I have a new plan.
Faithfully,
Pastor Beth