Mornings start a new day however the moment is revealed. One child was barely walking when the skill of swinging over the rail of a crib and plopping to the floor at daybreak was the first step to a new day. My bed shook a little and a small hand patted my face and a jubilant voice declared, “I up!!!” At that point day after day choices had to be made. Some were family hafta’s from breakfast to getting another adult off to a job. A grocery run might be on the list after delivering older children to school. Off in the corner of my mind were a few wanta’s that might or might not make it to completion. Life had a routine that rocked on the edge of a rut.
Days make months that bleed into years and now I am the only one to decide the flow, yet the routine doesn’t always come easily. The last month has had several outside intruders. One non-threatening health problem required meeting commitments: insurance, physical therapy, doctor appointments. Times for actions taken were penciled in calendar squares. I also had made a decision to change banks. To move money I had to make time to contact a long list of businesses with passwords to make sure money was in the place it should be when payment was required. Every day seemed to demand instigating, noting down, and verifying phone calls or internet connections before I could walk away satisfied after making a heavy black check mark .
Monday my decision maker rebelled. I had planned to go to the bank at 9:00 and finalize a next step. Like a rebellious child, some part of me stamped a foot and screamed, “No!” I sat at the breakfast table with my arms folded over my chest. Then the idea came. I went to the wash room to the infamous junk drawer (you probably have a similar one). I moved everything from more than enough screwdrivers to mixed up batteries to the table. I tested keys and put in a labeled envelope. All hardware of various screws, nails, and bolts were assigned to baggies for Good Will. After an hour, I had a drawer any neatnick would be proud of. Without apologies, I took a morning nap. After lunch, I filled the rest of my day with fringe wanta’s. Tuesday, I turned life over again to cerebral tasks because for Monday to clean a junk drawer was just what I needed.
Ponder the path of your feet, then all of your ways will be sure.
Proverbs 4:26
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