I frequently get comments from people that they don’t know how I do all that I do. I find this comical because there are so many things I don’t get done.
I’m not a big planning type person. I do make plans and well, I produce a planner, but I’m not one of those women who plan out every detail of the day, month or year.
I have tried but it just doesn’t work for me to put my day into any kind of rigid framework. I admire people who plan out the details. I think it’s a good thing if it’s the way you think and it works for you, but it tends to overwhelm me, and overwhelmed me is a very unproductive me. I don’t know about you, but I have found that life always seems to have a way of intervening (the best laid plans and all that).
What does work for me is simplicity. A clear understanding (in list form) of what needs doing today –peppered with what I would like to do– and then simply the business of doing the next thing.
But there is one more vital component. Trust in God.
I know, that’s such a trite thing to say, trendy even, yet it’s true.
Worry adds nothing to my life and it changes nothing. Our culture spends a lot of time fretting. I see people expending a lot of energy dwelling on their pain (newsflash: life is painful, we all have pain) instead of just getting on with the business of life. Don’t get me wrong, I do believe we have to face our difficulties and deal with the traumas of life but there does seem to be an odd sort of over empathizing that I find puzzling and frankly exhausting.
In the the article I shared a few days ago Patricia Snow writes:
“Transgender experiments are only the tip of an iceberg. Underlying them is a widespread, largely unexamined assumption that has been gathering strength for some time: a conviction that we should be experiencing the feelings of others (which in practice turns out to mean their sufferings rather than their joys) as if they were our own, that this exercise is now morally obligatory. In a world without God, the new commandment of empathy might have been foreseen. Once God has been pronounced dead and the loyalty we owe him void, the question of what we owe to others and what we can expect from them becomes urgent. Unable to locate our life’s meaning in God and his eternity, we seek it in our relationships with other people.”
That paragraph was a lightbulb moment for me. It clearly articulated what I have been seeing and feeling and unable to pinpoint. This thinking has poisoned our culture and few people are left unaffected. Even Christians, who should know better. In the words of St. Teresa of Avila, “God alone suffices”. Anything else we chase is an exercise in futility.
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This post is not an advertisement. The cup has become my favorite because its daily message is perfect for me.