It's Monday but I bet you don't have to be reminded.
Already your mind and body are aswirl with to-do's, to-dread's, to-remember's.
I have learned two critical responses for living in the inevitable hurry zone.
Years ago, I was a single parent with five children under my roof, four of them teenagers. I was a middle-school principal which in a good week commands at least 60 hours. I worked as hard as I could every day and wished for an eighth day in every week. I'll do the work, Lord, if you just give me more time.
Then this idea drifted into my mind, seemingly in response, Work as hard as you are working but take Sundays off with no work at all--no laundry (!), no housework, no schoolwork.
My doubts were adamant, if not mocking: I ask for more time and You subtract a day.
Yep. (Godnomics--God's economy--is beyond me).
Well, I might mock for a moment but I don't generally try to completely disobey and I watched myself get more done in 6 days than I ever did in 7. (Perhaps He was overseeing my to-do's somehow?)
Secondly, I began to say each morning, Lord, just show me each next thing to do, even if it is not remotely in the order in which I would do it.
Again, crazy productivity with the end of the day finding my to-do's, to-dread's, and to-remember's much more manageable.
It's Monday but I bet you don't have to be reminded. But might I remind you to consider these two options?
I wish you a Godnomics week.
