Pooped

This week my days have been fuller than normal. As the fall season gets back into full swing, the women’s bible study I’m a part of is gearing up for a wonderful year. I’ve been meeting with a team of awesome women who have planned, planned and planned some more while seasoning it all with prayer.

In the midst of coffee making, lunch planning, volunteer gathering, book binding, tablecloth hunts and registration, the activity and organization takes over for a full spotlight. Appointments are planned around the needs of this upcoming study. Its a dizzy schedule.

This fabulous fifty’s body has a hard time keeping up. In fact I spent some of my time last night, when I should have been sleeping, fretting about the volunteer list for clean-up, greeters, coffee-making and so on. Sometimes I get in such a planning mode the details replay over in my mind.

And even in my human exhaustion to try to make sure I’ve done all I need to do, God is soooo full of mercy.

He surrounds me with the most precious women who remind me of His purposes. There is a bigger picture!

When I remember the utlimate purpose of our activity is to point women to Jesus who can answer all their questions and meet their most inner needs, I get excited!

What a wonderful thing that I get to be involved in what God is doing and be a part of women’s lives, even as my human flesh suit gets pooped.

“But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumphal procession in Christ and through us spreads everywhere the fragrance of the knowledge of him.” 2 Corinthians 2:14

Time out

I need a day off but won’t get it for a while. I need to plan a day without opening up my laptop, without checking my email, without the need to answer the phone. Yes, I need the personal downtime to relax. But more importantly, I need to get my house de-cluttered and cleaned.

Its not a matter of cleaning the bathtub or doing the laundry.

Its a matter of some piles that keep getting deeper that if I don’t get to them, I fear we will lose the dogs under them.

My clues:

I have a pile near my sitting spot that is taller than my iced tea glass.

I have a pile near the phone and backdoor that is tall enough to lose a grocery sack.

If you don’t see me for a while, you will know I am either de-cluttering the piles of my life or have been lost beneath them.