Multi-Tasker, master of none…
There are mornings when I am on point. Dishes done, load of laundry in, devotionals read, prayer time, toys picked up, self showered and ready to go.
Then there are mornings like today.
Up early, I will say dishes are done, but I must have rinsed my focus down the drain with the soap suds…
I think I have warmed up the same cup of coffee three times.
Sat down to read my devotionals, ended up checking my bank account balance.
Got up, fixed Olivia her toaster waffles.
Sat back down.
Try this again.
Oh wait, I left my coffee in the microwave.
Back up.
Back down.
Devotionals.
Wait let me scroll through my email first. Ok. Check.
How ‘bout Facebook? :
Let’s see if everyone else is on track this morning.
Focus. I am.
Squirrel!!!!
Coffee!!!
Wow.
This is how my mind goes a lot of the time.
All over the place. I have to tell myself to slow down and finish the task at hand.
Start the dishes. Sink full. Water in.
Wait. Laundry. Start folding the laundry,
Oh, wait, coffee….
Where’d I put my coffee?
Look for coffee.
Might as well check the other rooms for cups while I’m at it.
Oh wait, let me fluff these couch pillows, and fold this blanket.
I see crumbs.
Let me get the vacuum out and sweep while I’m at it.
I go to the kitchen to get the sweeper.
Crap…
I forgot I started dishes.
Coffee…
Shoot, where’d I set my coffee??
Wait. You started your devotionals an hour ago….
Coffee. Need coffee to read devotionals…
Sit down.
Sit down, I hear.
Sit down.
Stop.
Breathe.
Stop.
Coffee.
No.
Sit down.
Ok. I get it.
Sit down.
How may times a day do I deny that voice?
Too many.
Coffee is more important.
Dishes a must.
Laundry.
Meh…
Guilty of finding my worth in the chores not completed.
In the unfolded laundry.
In the dirty dishes.
If I don’t get this stuff done, then I’m not good enough.
Then I’m not worthy.
Coffee…
Need coffee to process.
I promise, I’ll listen after I finish my coffee.
You know, like you tell the kids 3,942 times a day, just a minute, hold on, I’ll be right there, wait one second…
Oh….
Man…
Is that what I tell God 3,942 times a day as well?
Wait.
Let me finish this cup of coffee, I promise I’ll listen.
Wait.
Let me fold clothes before I hear You.
Wait.
Let me cook, clean, bathe, mop, wash, fold, dust, straighten and put away first.
Squirrel…
Coffee…
Wait…
He is so patient with me.
Waiting…
Watching…
Guiding me…
Step by step as, I fuddle through figuring it out.
As I trip over toys and sweep away the dirt.
As I flip through the calendar, checking to see what’s next.
As I precisely fold the towels.
As I sip my coffee.
As I type.
Put Me first.
The rest will follow.
Trust Me.
I’ll wait on you.
I’ll be here when you’re ready to find Me.
Because I’m everywhere.
Waiting.
Waiting on you to see.
Mom…
Mom…
We want a drink.
Mom…
I’m hungry.
Mom.
Mom.
Coffee.
Squirrel.
God.
Duty calls.
Blessings await.
Lessons to be learned.
The day to be had.
Thank you Father God for that still small voice in the messy moments of life…
I hear You…
Give grace..
Give grace a hug…