I hear the alarm at 5:15. I lost track of time, but I am pretty sure I have been awake much of the night, worrying about how I was going to fit everything into my hours the next day, trying so hard not to be that way, tossing and turning, sweating and getting all dried up. Worrying about not getting enough sleep for the busy day that I cannot figure out.
After a few sips of coffee and a few minutes in the Word, I put this as my Facebook status: “One moment at a time, yielding to what I know is right. That’s how I am going to make it well through today.” I take a deep breath. First things first, I attack my dusty, dirty kitchen.
I discover some moldy avocado chocolate mousse in the fridg. I dump it down the drain but the sink refuses to drain and it is cleaning day, for goodness sake. I start to vacuum my floor and the summer fern that I brought in in the fall and is full of dried leaves topples over, and litters my floor with so many dead leaves and wet dirt that it plugs my vacuum cleaner. And the exercise class that I teach in my basement is starting in twenty minutes. The phone rings and I find out that my dear friend shattered her hand, and has to have surgery and I really should organize meals for her because she can’t cook without her hands.
And the class that I teach starts in seven minutes and I look a mess. And I feel even worse. And later on today, I really must go to the hospital and visit an old lady whose son is heart-broken over her and he needs to know I care, and by the way, I’m supposed to start a new course tonight and I really want to bake black bean brownies for my husband because we haven’t had anything sweet for a while and it would be nice, wouldn’t it, to surprise him like that?
And all I want to do right now is cry and pout and say it is too much.
But then I remember.
I remember that as I let go of all my plans, He can lead me in the way I should go and I will be fruitful.
I remember that NOW matters
And if I don’t live well in the NOW, I have lost it forever.
And living well in the NOW doesn’t mean what it used to mean. It just means turning to Him in it and simply living it fully.
And I remember my Facebook status: “One moment at a time, yielding to what I know is right. That’s how I am going to make it well through today.”
I catch myself giggling. God has a sense of humor.
The sink looks disgusting with the avocado mousse all over it, and I can’t see my floor for the dried leaves and the toppled over plant full of wet dirt.
I shake the leaves off of me, change my clothes, put a big smile on my face and go teach my class.
I am learning to live in the NOW.
Cultivating Thankfulness with Ann Voskamp
#526 My friend’s hand restored
#527 How God speaks to me
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