No, I haven’t downloaded that app. It’s just the story of my life this week and I’m writing at the last minute in a therapeutic fashion for me even if I know some part of it will match with you. From the first click of my lifely clock, I have been a morning person and a five minute manager before the term was invented. My body can be doing one task and my mind practicing a presentation for 8th grade literature. However, this week has slipped in “haftas” that totally put my “want tos ” in confusion. If videos had existed they would have been marketable!
Two underlying phrases I relate to. The opening of Lassie Come Home, (my favorite dog book) says, ” It’s time, it’s time, it’s time to go for the boy!” I relate. My internal clock sends messages of what’s next on the list. Then I had an uncle, obsessively early. He left for every appointment with time to change a flat tire on the way. I count being late as definitely among, if not first, of the deadly sins. This week the universe has inserted itself and rearranged or put off my plans. The coffee pot wasn’t aligned and didn’t drip correctly. Drought shifted the house and the front door sticks. I have had an appointment early enough each morning to mess up my counted on sequence of beginning. An unfinished project lies accusingly and messily on the dining room table.
Stop, breathe, and look where I am. One of the over one hundred quotes about time says, “Time flies, but you can be the pilot.” In spite of all, I have made some impressive checks by “Done that, move on!” Tomorrow for now looks as if nothing is required until 11:00 and even that is optional. The final statement is, I really can only do my best in whatever comes. God’s word to Job affirms that while reminding him that God does start the days. Thank goodness!
Have you commanded the morning since your days began, and caused the dawn to know its place?
Job. 38:12
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