I have been caught in a bizarre spiral in which every area of my life seems to be sort of out of control. Work: WAAAAAY behind on numerous projects, without even the ability to predict HOW I will accomplish them. Home: All my adult children seem to be cycling through with needs–car trouble, a death in the in-laws’ family, roommate struggles. Church: I’ll admit it, YW is kicking my trash. After slightly over three months, I still feel ill-suited for this calling.
I realized how badly I was doing when I spent about three minutes this morning trying to force a reluctant key into the ignition before I finally realized I was trying to start the wrong car. (Or rather, right car, wrong key.)
It’s kind of starting to freak me out.
And yet–last week, when I really, truly, desperately needed it, miraculously I was able to work uninterrupted in my office for several hours at a stretch on several continuous days. Some meetings even got cancelled. That NEVER happens. But it did, and it happened for long enough that now, suddenly, I can see a faint flicker of daylight again in the deadline tunnel.
And yesterday, when I was wandering to the craft store trying to find material for a gold flag to add to our YW values collection, which we need for New Beginnings TOMORROW, I not only found some darling quilting quarters with which I can make whole new, much cuter flags, but I had a brain flash about the refreshments and also a friend told me how I could create gold cupcakes so we can have ALL the value colors. (I would just like to add peripherally that although gold seems like a great color for virtue, it is difficult to incorporate on many levels.) And I had enough strength to bake a hundred cupcakes so the girls can come over and frost them in those value colors tonight in preparation for New Beginnings TOMORROW, so I might just live through it in time to move on to our combined-activity Olympics Night next Wednesday.
What I’m saying is, I seem to get the inspiration or the time or the energy I need, right at the very hour when I need it. I rarely have it any earlier, and it never lasts any longer, but the Daily Bread is there This Day. Every time. And for that grace, I stand all amazed.