I sat at my desk, thumbing through my day planner. Another day, just like yesterday. There are only 24 hours in this day. Yesterday was so busy. The day after Camp Meeting, trying to recapture ten days worth of phone calls, email, writing assignments. My husband had a doctors appointment. Our new Church directory, pictures Thursday, Friday and Saturday. Committee members to call and assign duties. Blow the dust off writing assignments. Find the bottom of my desk.
I looked out the window at the bird feeders and leaned back in my chair. "Lord", my prayer began, "I can't do all that needs to be done today."
I heard HIS booming voice. "My child," HE began, "I noticed what a train wreck yesterday was, why did you try to do it by yourself?"
Guilty, as charged.
Not only did I rush through morning devotions, but the entire day was like that. I did "half the job", I should have done.
My husband was anxious to get back on the golf course. He also took ten days from his normal routine to go to Camp Meetings. However, I heard him tell someone, "I'm staying home today. It's Valentine's Day and I want to spend it with my wife."
Oh how sweet. But does he realize how much I have to do?
So I spent the morning at the doctors office with my husband. We stopped for lunch and I came home and tried to plow through my mess.
Not once in the afternoon did I take time to say, "Lord, I need you."
This morning, I'm sure HE is smacking himself on the head saying "Duh, you finally got it."
I can't, but HE can.