Do you know someone who will write out a list of to-do’s for the sole purpose of marking off the items already accomplished? When they share this about themselves, it’s almost like a confession. Now, I am not a list maker, I try just about every trick in the book to keep from needing a list; alphabetizing my grocery items in my head, or making up an acronym with the foods I need to buy. But I do have a quirk that needs a confession, and in my mind it is rooted in pride.
We have a large family calendar that hangs in the kitchen. It is used by the entire family, a place for everyone to be able to see what’s going on each day. I have been known to fill in the calendar after the fact. Maybe a last minute meeting isn’t penciled in or a game was never recorded – I will often write it in anyway.
You see, a lot of people walk through our home and if they are somewhat observant, the calendar will be seen. Heaven forbid if they should think that we had a night off! Especially if we didn’t! I’m not sure why but somewhere along the way I decided that busyness equals godliness or success or happiness. Of course I’m a good Christian, can’t you see how busy I am, serving God? Yuck.
I don’t want to equate busyness with anything but the state of being over-scheduled. I don’t want to care if people see that I cannot account for every waking moment. I want to be known for my heart. By God first, then my family, then the people God has trusted me with.
1 You have searched me, Lord,
and you know me.
2 You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
3 You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways. Psalm 139:1-3