The order of things has little to with us being highly organized individuals and everything to do with the lack of control over life’s messes- great or small. Schedules go out the window, To Do lists don’t matter. Itineraries are nonsensical since the act of pronouncing the word takes longer than the act of writing our intended actions in them and even longer than the action itself– why bother?
Every year Hallmark rakes in thousands of dollars for their extensive selection of too brightly colored and intimidatingly artistic calendars and agendas. Some little seven year old in Indonesia cut a finger trying to weave the bookbinder wire through– but he made ten cents on the twenty-eight dollars Canadian it cost us.
What if our entries aren’t that glamorous enough to match the cover of the agenda, like we need a colonoscopy on Wednesday or our Bic pen quits on us right before choir practice on Thursday. Still,we rush home from the store anxious to test our new ‘save my life pretty Daytimer’ so we can make our first entry< 10:30 A.M -buy agenda> though its now 12:45 and the kids only ate a full calendar day and two cleared entries ago.
Give it up to God, not Hallmark for keeping our lives in order. Our every step and misstep are well recorded and accounted for in His original copy appointment book. And precisely on time as well—His.
goaskrita 