Folks say a cluttered desk equals a cluttered mind. I can dispel that theory. However, I do know that it is indicative of a cluttered something. In my case it is my job to keep others organized. I do it at work, I do it at church I do it for the kids, I do it for everyone. I have become a walking 'flash drive'. I am the memory of those around me. However, I have a cluttered something. I run from place to place doing what I do and when I have a moment, the person that I am is a mess. My surrounds reflect my controlled chaos. I know where everything is and I manage to come out everyday clean, fed and smelling like a rose. Yet everyday I step over a pile of whatever or I open drawers of whatever, or I stack whatever. In my life, its the same. I do what I have to do everyday. I function like a pro, looking good smelling sweet, contributing, making ways, witnessing. But when there is a moment, God deals with my piles, my drawers. He reveals what I try to hide. He shows me me and I never like it.
I run many races. One of which is to out run God. To get to my mess before he puts me on front street! Silly! Ridiculous! Impossible, right?
I know why I'M here...what about you.. :)?
- Wing and a prayer
- This is the place where people come to find out about a single-mom-christian-women-foodie! Stay tuned for a very unique aimless blog. Pointed in no particular direction, that I can see. We sort of twirl here. WHOO HOO!!
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