Friday, January 26, 2018
I stopped in the middle of yesterday’s gratitude list. My gratitude list was, in many ways a reflection of my day: truncated and inadequate.
Well, that is not quite the truth: It wasn’t the day that was truncated and inadequate. I was the one who felt truncated and inadequate. There wasn’t a single thing wrong with the day itself.
I’ve had a bunch of days this week in which I have felt very inadequate. I’m not getting much done of what I set out to do in the day. Why is this? I seemed to be doing pretty well earlier in the month. Lazy? Tired? Who knows?!
However, our puppy is curled up in my lap drowsing, and I’m listening to smooth instrumental jazz on AccuRadio. Perhaps that is what I am called by God to do right now. The sun is up after a lovely rising. I wasn’t too preoccupied to notice. Perhaps “accomplishing things” is overrated. Perhaps there is such a thing as the ministry of noticing.
. . .
And then a good friend called, and we had a good chat. I always feel saner after a conversation with him. I think that I am saner after I talk to him!
Checking my little thises and thats off my to-be-and-to-do list may not always be the way to go. A list may be a good servant, but it makes a lousy master. Perhaps I ought to remember that.
So, my main goal for today is to practice the fine art of noticing. I will notice my wife, my dog, my house, my external environment. I will notice when I’m hungry, and the texture and taste of food. I will notice when I need to take a break, which is right now.
“If you’ve got more than you can do in a normal work day, you’ve got more than God gave you to do.” (Source unknown)
Years ago, I participated in a 50-Day Spiritual Adventure that was titled “What to Do When You Don’t Know What to Do.” It was a catchy title and a good, helpful program.
However, I now need a different program. I am titling this adventure “What to do When I Have Too Much to Do.”
I recently posted about “being in over my head.” One aspect of this is having too much to do. There is a lot I can do when I feel like this. Unfortunately, most of it is unhelpful. Let me list some of the things that I’ve found that don’t work:
I’m sure there are a few other things I’ve proven to myself don’t work, but those are some of my go-to items that I’ve proven, time and time again, do not work. (Of course, a voice whispers in my ear, “Oh, this time it will be different.” The voice sounds suspiciously like my own voice.)
So, the question is this: What does work?
I don’t know, but I am being stalked by some potential answers. I think I’ll quit running and allow those answers to catch up with me.
Sometimes, I confuse my to-do list with what should be my priorities.
Take this morning, for example. My affirmation to my sponsor (as well as to myself and God) was as follows:
“Today, by God’s grace, I will spread mulch, do some (hopefully) creative writing, and work at Bob Evans. I will do these things because they are fun to do, because they need doing, because they may benefit other people, and because they will glorify God when they are done in the right way with the right attitude.” (Down to Earth Believer, affirmation sent to 12-step sponsor.”)
But then, I turned to a daily retreat sponsored by the Jesuits and Loyola Press, and read the following reflections on 1 Corinthians 13:13, which says “So faith, hope, love remain, these three; but the greatest of these is love.”
“This scripture passage offers us a chance to reflect on our priorities. It tells us that, at the end of the day, it won’t be the school we graduated from, our annual income, or our zip code that matters. Rather, we will be judged by our fidelity to God, our hope in Christ and the power of his Resurrection, and the love that we show ourselves and our neighbor. It’s as simple as that.” (Excerpt from the “3-Minute Retreat” for today, April 27, 2017, http://www.loyolapress.com/retreats/love-lasts-forever-start-retreat.)
This invited me to do a little probing of my to-do list. Here is the question: Do my priorities match up with and reflect God’s priorities for all believers? In other words, am I going to choose to spread mulch in a loving, hopeful, faith-filled way?
This is one of those questions that I can’t always answer, and don’t want to answer. I don’t always like other people’s answers to my questions. I often flat-out detest my own answers.
My answer will not come in the form of this post. It will not come primarily in terms of my feelings or thoughts. My answer will come as I put each shovelful of mulch in the wheel barrow and spread it around our flower beds.
Ultimately, only God can decide how lovingly, how hopefully, how faithfully I mulched the flower beds. But I can at least live with the question.
Postscript: I wrote this blog yesterday, so that I could post it early this morning. I got the mulching pretty well done. I’m going to the chiropractor this morning.
Yesterday, I had a lot to do. Quite a few things didn’t get done—on purpose!
My wife is taking care of her mom, who has a lot of health problems. So, each week, my wife is gone for several days.
Her mom lives about an hour away from us, so I don’t get up there very often. Too busy.
However, sometimes I decide that my TO DO list shouldn’t be in all caps.
This week, my wife and I were talking on the phone about the middle of her time away at her mom’s. She mentioned that my mother-in-law would love to see me. (I think my wife meant that she would also be glad to see me, but I figured that I had better just assume this.) I told my wife that, no, I was too busy.
As soon as I hung up, I felt that gentle nudge that I often suspect is God. “You’re not too busy. You need to go up there,” said the Nudge.
I don’t think I would have gone (despite the Nudge), if it had not been for a story a friend of mine told me the other day. He was playing a game with his granddaughter that she had invented. She is a toddler, and toddlers invent some of the most wonderful games. This one involved her running over to a door, touching it, and running back to her grandpa, who would then scoop her up. It involved a lot of giggling on the part of the participants. It sounded as if this game for two involved two winners.
Later in the day, after they had been playing, the adults (including grandpa) were having a nice adult holiday meal. The door-touching giggle box did not seem to recognize this “adults-only” aspect. She came to her grandpa, grabbed his finger, and tried to pull him off his seat at the table. It was time to play. It didn’t take him very long to get the message!
So, because of God’s nudging and my friend’s story, I got in the car and drove to the home of mother-in-law, visited for a couple of hours, and headed back home.
Some things on my list didn’t get done yesterday, but it was a good day!
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