Come and Save Your Distracted Servant!

Yesterday I had on of the most distracted days in recent memory. It felt like I always had at least four or five things I was supposed to be thinking about simultaneously. And these four or five things weren't even of the same genre. Maybe one was organizational, another personal, a third administrative and the fourth pastoral.

If it was juggling, it was like the juggling with a ball, a pin, a flaming torch and a chainsaw. And none of these thoughts ever seemed to reach a conclusion. And (and maybe this is the worst) several times I dealt with the stress by starting something new! (What the hell, let's just start juggling a frying pan too! THAT will help!)

At one point, I tried my new practice of a few minutes of silence from my iPhone, and even that felt like it only served to ramp up the volume on the voices in my head. Argh! Merry Christmas!

Well, as has often been rightly said, 'physician, heal thyself.'

The day eventually came to a close with Chloe and me talking in the kitchen after the boys were in bed and so slowly releasing the tensions of the day. This morning I got up, did my prayers and I am now attempting to focus on just one task at a time to the best of my ability. I will make time for at least a bit of exercise today.

In all likelihood, the distractions and multiple pressures will continue. I know I only need to keep reminding myself of one thing. That one thing is that Jesus loves me and not because of what I do but because of who I am. I am made in the image of God, yearning to be restored to the beauty and dignity that is mine if only, in my heart and mind, I wade through all the muck and say yes.

Come, Lord Jesus. Come and save your distracted servant.