For those of you who know me...really know me...you'll know I am a person who LOVES routine! I basically keep the same schedule: up at 5:50, wash face, apply moisturizer, spritz of cucumber toner (do
n't ask me what that does, but it feels refreshing), wake Caleb for school, walk stupid (okay, not a nice word, but one that we have bestowed on our dog, Max...he's spoiled rotten, but a few fries short of a happy meal). Then straight to the kitchen to make smoothies, take Caleb to school, back home to make my coffee, taking it straight to my favorite couch, with Bible and Bible study in hand (oh and my reading glasses because I now cannot see without them). With Max curled up by my feet, I wrap up in my cozy blanket and spend my time with the Lord, during this time Scott will come over and we will spend our time in prayer together before he heads for church.
n't ask me what that does, but it feels refreshing), wake Caleb for school, walk stupid (okay, not a nice word, but one that we have bestowed on our dog, Max...he's spoiled rotten, but a few fries short of a happy meal). Then straight to the kitchen to make smoothies, take Caleb to school, back home to make my coffee, taking it straight to my favorite couch, with Bible and Bible study in hand (oh and my reading glasses because I now cannot see without them). With Max curled up by my feet, I wrap up in my cozy blanket and spend my time with the Lord, during this time Scott will come over and we will spend our time in prayer together before he heads for church.Not kidding, it's the same thing every morning...this schedule does not change. I am a routine person. I do not like anything to come in the way of my routine.
My day continues with a schedule...things I do at certain times. I've been blessed with a job that allows me to work from home Monday through Wednesday, when it's convenient for me...and then I go into the office on Thursday and Friday...same time...to the minute. Again, scheduled...routine.
Scott spoke several months ago in our Sunday School class on interruptions. My toes were aching when I left that class. God had once again spoken directly to me. There's little time in my day for interruptions...I don't do well with interruptions. But God continually places them strategically throughout my day...to get my attention. To let me know that each day is about Him...not me! Lately, I'm doing better with being interrupted...because I know where and who they are coming from. I'm learning to take deep breaths and count each interruption as a privilege; a blessing!
3 comments:
Yes, tis true! Being interrupted is so hard...esp when you have everything you need to get done all nicely planned in your mind. I'm still living in the domain of interruptions...can't say that I respond to all of them very well! You'd think by now I'd through off planning and routine by now...but somedays it actually happens! Thanks for the reminder!! Love you!!
I like routines, too!!! And I am much more patient with the Lord's interruptions than other people's... Oh... interruptions from others do come from the Lord, too! Gotta work on that. Blessings!!!
My toes would have been hurting in that Sunday school class, too. My routine isn't quite as strict as yours, but I do have my plans and don't always appreciate having to deviate from those plans. God has helped to be more flexible over the last several years, though.
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