Within minutes of waking, I got a message to find out what Madalynn and I are doing today. I hated to respond with the list I have, because today would've been a great day to go spend time with McKala and the twins. Not long after that, I returned Megan's call and found out she's traveling through and stopping in for the night and day tomorrow and wanted to know what we're doing. Once again, I hated to tell her that Mike and I left some assignments to finish today, never mind that our shower needs to be cleaned and yardwork needs to be finished.
I know for some people that's what Saturdays are for. And sometimes they are, but I'm not a fan of reserving them for that. Many times, we would be traveling to WCU to watch Michael play, but I consider that family time, so that's all good.
All this leads me to how my weekdays are going. I just can't seem to get things done, which is an indicator that I need to become more efficient or to rid even more things from my life. I've even been having dreams/nightmares about cleaning and organizing! I need things to be so minimal that I have margin in my life. I don't need every moment planned out or everything thing done perfectly, but I do need to have some things under control, so that I might take advantage of life when it calls.
Sunday is not an option. I still do all I can to receive the gift of rest God has given mankind. My rest might look different that yours. Often my rest looks like doing something that I would ordinarily set down to help someone else. It often is something creative, maybe unnecessary to some.
Today for Macklynn was supposed to be a day of purging his room, and it's also his turn to clean their bathroom. However, yesterday he got an invitation to go bear hunting. How could I not let him go? I won't clean the bathroom for him, and I surely won't clean his room for him. But he'll get to it soon enough. Because like the quote McKala posted about our kayaking trip last Sunday, "Fill your life with adventures, not things. Have stories to tell, not stuff to show," sometimes you gotta just drop everything.
You can't plan the things you're inspired to do either, like Madalynn who is learning the cello. It's a fine line between the disciplines of practice and the times when passion flows out of you. So, as much as I would like for her to have a set time, she really comes alive at night and loves to play while we're all sleeping. That's how my writing goes. I could reserve a time for it like I did Tuesday to document the weekend, but that's exactly what it sounded like, documentation - dry, void of life. So, if I'm going to do this writing and have anything become of it, then sometimes I'm going to have to drop everything and ask myself like Joshua asked the children of Joseph, "How long are you slack to go and possess the land?" (Joshua 18:3).
You gotta get the daily stuff under control so that you might "possess" all that you are indwelled to become.
