Weird day

Work = details for the weekend finished
Directors meeting
filing done
phone calls returned
gone!



next...... Milliron recycling - pink hardhat just for me!
scrap for our stars for the Christmas set design at Crossroads
preparing for the artists to create stars on Tuesday






home.....ironing done
more Christmas cards written
volunteers Christmas gifts done


I LOVE variety. This can be good and this can be very bad. Focus is necessary to accomplish GREAT things.




Focus is necessary to mature and learn. Focus is necessary to hear and understand when God speaks.


I confess, focus is not one of my greatest attributes.

FOCUS - to concentrate: to focus one's thoughts.

To focus one's thoughts...I have wasted a lot of time in my life feeling guilty about a lack of concentration, feeling guilty about a lack of accomplishment in the stereo-typical way, feeling like I need to work twice as hard as everyone else to get anywhere.

I am so thankful NOW to be in a place where my talents can be used, where people truly care about me and where I want to be. I feel close to God there. I feel surrounded by friends there and I even get to be with my husband there. God is so good.

We each bring something unique to the plate, we each are created by a Sovereign God, we each happened on purpose - even if our earthly creation was considered an accident!

I love the variety in my life and I look forward to all the many things God will once again bring into my life tomorrow!

concentration

So, I turned a year older today. I feel it. I had a hideous migraine and missed work yesterday. I think my brain swelled and I couldn't contain any more details following Easter! Well, that's what it felt like.

My husband has been teasing me about my lack of concentration today, he's right...I feel like I am in a fog.

Nothing rest won't dissolve.

I wonder how I would handle being really sick, would I be gracious and loving, or angry and unkind? Of course I hope I never have to find out, but, the thought is disturbing. The thought of becoming unproductive terrifies me. But that forces me to ask myself, what is productive anyway? Is it only productive if it's measurable by the worlds standards, what if there is no visual accomplishment, what if God laid me down and wanted me to produce in a way I have never considered before? Would I obey?

I like things my way....I hope I would obey.