I thought I was in control, with my organizational skills capturing everything in hand. Even though my migraine threatened to cancel my day, I slowly and deliberately took one step at a time to accomplish everything that needed to make every meeting on my schedule and complete my deliverables. Whitney had covered for me the night before, getting herself supper, cleaning the kitchen, locking the house doors, turning off the lights, and putting herself to bed, so I could crash at 7:30. I focused on handling the minimum number of things that I could, but everything was right on the edge.
I thought I was in control. Just as I walked out to my meeting of the day, the story began to unfold. An unintentional mistake compounded itself by a silly error. The silly error grew exponentially which arrogance and embarrassment became reasons to not ask for help. When things finally got totally out of control and they called for help, things were totally out of control. The quick solution appeared to work, only to unwind itself with even more severe consequences a week later. The next day is the first one in which I heard about it!
All anyone had to do is ask.
My priorities tell the story of my focus. Where I spend my time and energy, how I make those key decisions, tell anyone willing to listen what I hold most valuable. Reflecting on the reality of my days brings a lot more questions than answers.
Paul gave us the warning. “Make sure that you don't get so absorbed and exhausted in taking care of all your day-by-day obligations that you lose track of the time and doze off, oblivious to God. The night is about over, dawn is about to break. Be up and awake to what God is doing!” (Romans 13.11,12)
Paul knew our priorities would overwhelm the place God and the Spirit have in our life. But it does not need to stay that way. Now is the time.
