keeping up

Catching up.

I suppose that's what today has been. Again! I sometimes think I'm always catching up. Or trying to, anyway.

Catching up with bank accounts and tax returns and all those sort of things. Things I leave aside, as not being all that pressing right at present.

I will get round to doing them. Another time. Later. And then, before I know it, a week has passed, or maybe more, and one small task has grown to be a mountain of administrative chores.

That sort of catching up.

Catching up with letters that I've been meaning to get written. Letters, notes and cards I really want to write. But I want to give them time. And so I put them off until another day when (whom do I think I'm kidding?!) I will have a bit more time.

That sort of catching up.

Catching up with household chores. Cleaning, sorting, dusting, tidying out. Inside and out. The house and the garden and odds and bods.

The sort of things I figure I could leave for one more day. And the day can soon become a week because the argument can easily be applied on each succeeding day!

That sort of catching up.

And preparation, too. I try to leave most of my Saturdays clear of this that I'm doing through the week. I like to give myself a break from this. At least until Saturday night.

But some weeks that's not possible. And this was one of those.

Partly because, with Tuesday at that conference of ministers, there was one less day to fit things in. And one more thing to prepare, of course!

So I had to do some catching up on that through a part of the morning at least.

Catching up.

Not that I feel that rushed! It's just that there's always more to do.

But maybe that's how the Lord himself must feel. Always more to do.

At least for six days. And then, of course, he rested. Because it was all done. Well, at least for that week anyway!

Maybe it's more just keeping up, instead of vainly catching up. Not trying to do too much each day. But seeing there is a time for everything. And knowing, every day, just what it is I should be doing then.

Pacing myself. Like God. A bit each day. Working and resting. Action, reflection.

Not rushed at all. Just keeping up. With him.