When I went to Denver on an outreach trip earlier this year, I packed one suitcase with clothes and one with books to give to kids. I'm not saying baggage handlers are unreliable, but since we've had luggage go MIA on two flights, plus destroyed on another, it wasn't hard for James to convince me that I should carry on the bag with the books.
Super! Except I hadn't been lifting weights lately so heaving a bag full of books into the overhead compartment was slightly problematic. (Only two more weeks of physical therapy.) Thank goodness KC to Denver is a straight flight!
Have you ever felt like your "suitcase" was fully loaded and/or almost impossible to lift? You know, one of those weeks when you have two presentations at work, four conference calls, a PTA executive board meeting and your spouse springs an unexpected business trip on you Sunday night, and the three year old comes down with strep throat on Monday night?
I remember standing in front of the towel shelves in the bathroom and crying because I couldn't figure out which matching towels to put out. Talk about a hot mess! Obviously everything wasn't fitting in my bag, on my plate, or anywhere else that day. (We'll pass on a chat about the challenges of being OCD for now.)
One of the more pitiful legacies I seem to have passed on to Mary is running late frequently. Oh, I'm watching the clock, but also seem to usually be thinking I can get just one more thing done before I have to leave. I tend to forget that one more (very important) thing to me probably isn't as important as my promptness to others.
For over six years, my commute to college and work, was 19 miles and took 25 minutes. And for at least half of those years it I was running late and frustrated, and because you know if there was an unexpected, uncontrollable delay it was going to be on a late day.
I don't know when or why my brain changed, but somewhere along the way I stopped fretting about all those delays, driving, standing in line at Wal-Mart, or in a meeting. Wow, what a relief! Even better was when I also got delivered from worrying about "getting in trouble" for being late or trying to come up with a plausible excuse.
What works for me is to replace worry asap with thanksgiving. It may start out with, "I'm late to the meeting, but I didn't spill any of my breakfast on the new blouse." Usually, the absurdity of my fretting begins to surface, and a little inner chuckle emerges. And this is the paradox, the less I fret, the more prompt/productive I seem to be.
When you have those days or weeks or years when it just doesn't all fit in your bad or on your plate, what do you let go? How do you handle the plethora of expectations and demands? (Feel free to sing along with Bobby McFerrin video.)
I'm linking this post to Giving Up on Perfect and Coffee for Your Heart.http://holleygerth.com/
5-6 Trust God from the bottom of your heart; don’t try to figure out everything on your own. Listen for God’s voice in everything you do, everywhere you go; he’s the one who will keep you on track. Don’t assume that you know it all. Run to God!