Monday, May 10, 2010

When I started this blog, I made a commitment that I would write at least three times a week. For me, an orderly person, that translated into Monday, Wednesday, and Friday - mornings. So that really means each posting needs to be done the night before. I know it's not like I have legions of people waiting with bated breath to see what I wrote on Monday morning - but when I set a schedule, it is important to me that I stick to it. Sometimes I get panicked on a Tuesday night because I don't have anything to "say." But then, an idea comes. Or I fall back on an idea I jotted down another time. The point is, I write something.

Well, last night, I couldn't write anything. I wasn't feeling it.

We had a great weekend around here - friends at the beach, Hubby's birthday, and of course, Mother's Day. Lots of activity, and certainly some good subject matter.

But, nada.

I went to bed.

I woke up this morning, and the tune, "I'm Late" from Alice in Wonderland was playing in my head:

I'm late! I'm late!
For a very important date.
No time to say hello, goodbye, - I'm late! I'm late! I'm late!
And, when I wave,
I lose the time I save,
Can't even say hello, goodbye - I'm late! I'm late! I'm late!

I did not Google those words. They are straight out of my head. If they are inaccurate, forgive me. I have not seen Alice in Wonderland in at least 20 years. Those are just the words that are stored in my neurotic brain. That song tortures me whenever I am late - which I don't like to be, but often am.

So, this morning, as I fretted about nothing new to publish, and no time in sight to stop, think, and write, I did something which is, happily, becoming more of a first impulse for me - I turned to my Bible.

I found these words from Jesus, "Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?" Matthew 6:27

Oh yes, I thought. So true.

Aren't there times when you really, truly want to add an hour here or there? I think, "I could get so much more done!" Or would I? What would I really do with that time? Would I use it to worship or help others? Oh, no. I would use it for me. So maybe that is why I don't get it! Maybe I just need to make the best use of my time here, right now. Maybe I just need to motivate, even when I don't feel like it. And maybe there are other times when I need to stop. Stop and say "hello!" and "goodbye!" Stop and read a story to my kids, even when there are toys to pick up and floors to clean.

I did a little bit of that today. We stayed at home this morning and got things done. We read stories in the middle of the floor. We took a walk. We ate lunch on the deck. I did some laundry, but not all of it. Mostly, I tried to stop worrying about my perceived lack of time, and I tried to just enjoy the time I have so graciously been given.

So, here I am, proudly posting "late" - because when I think about what Jesus said, I feel so silly for being like that ridiculous, frantic rabbit. (It was a rabbit who sang that song in Alice, right?) It feels much better to stop. To (occasionally) be late.

But hopefully we aren't late to swimming lessons this afternoon. That would be tragic.

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2 Responses to “Late!”

  1. Ah yes, and now you have a post for tomorrow...!

  2. This is such a relavent post for me as I so often feel that I am struggling to keep up. Like you, I have been trying to remember to stop and give the kids just a moment of attention since that is so often all they really need. And yes, it was the White Rabbit. :)