I work full time. And I try to write. I'm a mom, wife, daughter to awesome parents who live next door (hi mom), and I have various church committees---you get the idea--my life is like most of yours---way too busy.
www.freedigitalphotos.netSo on my Wednesdays "off" I try to cram it all in--and I don't mean nail filing and bon-bons. Nope, it's the usual fare--laundry, dishes, bills, taxes, FAFSA, swift, vac, recycling, pharmacy pit stop, groceries, haircuts, oh and mail ice skates to my college daughter who texted me last night to say she needed her skates for a blind pick-a-date Friday. (essentials right? who knew...)
So I managed to get in 1044 words on the climactic scene of my nearly finished WIP by 10 a.m. and was feeling pretty good about this--dreaming of getting everything done and getting back to it later in the day.
But my list--yes, I'm a list maker type (no surprise), was looming large over me. Blech.
I motored my van next door to mom's, inhaled a bowl of warm homemade tapioca, fixed Dad's computer, kissed their cheeks and off town I went basking in the sunshine.
All the way through the fruit and veggie section I was mentally ticking things off my list, happy I didn't have a long list and I'd already gotten the recycling done. Then I rounded the toilet paper and women's personal paper items aisle. I passed a little old lady picking out Poise incontinence pads, and I'm telling you I'm sure I heard God say--slow down, I want you to help her. But my feet kept walking, my brain kept ticking through the list in my head as I turned back to check if she really looked like she was that needy.
"Hey lady, I need some help, can you help me?" She says. <looking all around, no one else in aisle> Seriously, she didn't look like she was in peril, but I turn to help her.
Okay, she couldn't have been 90 pounds soaking wet. Last time she got the wrong size she tells me, "way too wide, way too long." Wow, poor girl, I'm thinking nothing golden about this, but my sympathy is aroused. We start looking at labels, size diagrams, etc. She seems a little confused about the width and length vs. the thickness--I try to explain about absorption (loudly due to her hardness of hearing), wondering if she should even be shopping alone.
But she's not alone said God, you are here to help her, so slow down and relax into your day with Me.
Finally, I locate the proper one and convince her this will do her just about right and she asks me how much it is, "I can't see well enough to read the price. I thought I was done with all this, but I guess at 84, you start all over again." She smiled sweetly. Golden.
She thanked me and I went on. Later, in my van Jesus reminded me--slow down, relax into this day with Me. Stop rushing everywhere. Breath in. Look, I've sent you some sunshine. Are you feeling your shoulders relax now? Wasn't she cute? He says.
Yes Lord, she was cute.
I smiled. Okay Lord. I got the message--lay off the expresso.
What about you?
Have you been in the fast lane? Are you an obsessed list-maker high on a coffee bean?
Did God send you any Golden old ladies shopping for Poise incontinence pads today?
Man, He sure has a sense of humor....