Typical day. Get out of bed, spend a few quiet moments journaling, thinking - usually about what I'm going to do that day, along with the standard prayer "God, where do I need to be going?" Follow this by jumping into the shower, getting dressed, the kids off to school, then rolling up my sleeves to tackle that To Do list I diligently wrote out the night before.
Typical next day? Get out of bed. A few moments of quiet time. Thinking. Asking... "Where do I need to be going." Followed by the standard shower, shove the kids off and schedule tackling. Back to a "New and Improved" To Do list.
I keep asking the same question. Sometimes, I wonder, am I asking the right question, though.
Rushing from one task to another, do I miss what's really important? Do I miss out on hearing God in my haste? Do I miss out on gifts He drops during the day? Like the bird's morning songs? The beauty of sunlight beaming across the dining table? The smile of one of my kids as they head off to school?
I'm trying so hard to stay balanced in this crazy, tiltling world.
But am I simply living for the now? Here in This Moment? Stopping to listen? Stopping to see? Waiting to hear?
Or do I keep rushing ahead, searching, yearning, wanting.
Wanting when right here. Right now....
"Man is a mere phantom as he goes to and fro.
He bustles about, but only in vain,
he heaps up wealth, not knowing who will get it.
But now, Lord, what do I look for?
My hope is in you."