I love routine. Routine, to me, is not the same as being in a rut. Routine is safe, steady, and sure. I become frazzled these days when something upsets my routine, when my plans change. I should remember to pray for patience and guidance at the first sign of a change in plans. Unfortunately, I often make life harder on myself when I skip that step in my daily life.
This past two days, I thought I had everything running along just fine. Our mobile home community newsletter, which I write and edit, was due. I needed information from almost a dozen different people. I also write two monthly articles for our state association for mobile home owners, and they were due. These are voluntary tasks, but ones I take seriously and usually find fulfilling. In the midst of these deadlines, our TV went flooey. TV is something that I love but can rarely fit in for an hour straight-through. Others in the house enjoy it, too. To remove the TV and cart it out for repair (or to see if it’s possible to repair it) required moving some of my clutter. That is what began to unravel my best laid plans.
The bad news is that it completely disrupted my past two days, putting not just the deadlines, but other tasks, into a domino-effect, everything tumbling down, one after the other.
The good news is that, tired and frustrated as it made me, I was very happy to find a few new empty spaces in my living room. I was very happy to see a few extra bags of clutter in trash bags at the curb; and happy to find some things that had been buried in the clutter. I did manage to meet my deadlines.
The bottom line is that all of this could have been less demanding, less stressful, less frustrating, had I prayed for God’s help somewhere along the way.
Father, please fill me with the good sense and wisdom needed to remember to call on you when I need help adjusting to change.
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