Sunday Morning Serenity

I could drink a super-fizzy McDonald's Diet Coke the size of a washing machine. That's what I feel like it will take to wake me up this morning after the Saturday I had. Up at 4 a.m. and in the Story Shack editing copy before 5. Brief break for lunch with Dave. Then painted the wall unit he built me for the Shack so I can restore order to the chaos that my filing system has become. Did several loads of laundry and cleaned our scary-nasty house from top to bottom while the paint dried. Helped Dave install said wall unit. Fed the cats and crashed on the couch watching . . . CURLING. What else?

Life is just a wee bit out of control right now. That line from "Peace in the Valley" keeps running through my head: Oh well, I'm tired and so weary, but I must go along . . . Still I'm not doing half of what I need to. There are friends I need to check in on and family I need to visit and creative projects I really want to finish. Hank the Cat and Cheeto His Sometime Sidekick and Sometime Arch Nemesis probably could use a dose of flea medication. I haven't had a play date with Mama in ages. Dave, bless him, has cooked supper every night for at least a week, maybe two . . . could be going on three.

There's this wonderful line in Eudora Welty's Losing Battles that I can't remember completely (or accurately) and of course can't find again. But it starts off something like "There's room enough for everything and time for everybody." Then there's something about doing the best you can, and it ends with "try not to be much later than you can help." That's going to be my approach for now—just try not to be much later than I can help:)

When my material world is in a jumble, it has a way of dragging my spiritual life into the quagmire with it. I don't have time for quiet time! I only have time for busy time! I can't read my Bible this morning—I'll try to read it twice tomrrow! I could really get caught up on work if I didn't have to play for church this morning. And on and on and on.

Years ago, my friend Joellyn recommended this great book on creativity called Orbiting the Giant Hairball. And really, that's what I know I need to do—ORBIT the giant hairball of life but not let myself get so tangled up in it that I can't see what's important and what's not. I'm going to TRY and change the soundtrack in my mind from "tired and so weary" to this:

I've got peace like a river,
I've got peace like a river, 
I've got peace like a river in my soul.

Comments

[Kacey]

Perfect timing for me to read this one. Our home office is also a mixture of my personal space, bracelet design supplies are starting to encroach on the perimeter, just got back from a week in San Antonio on business, the house and dogs are filthy… it starts to feel a teensy bit chaotic if you let it!

[Valerie]

Amen, sister!