Trusting Tuesdays

I trust Tuesday.  It's a good catch-up day when Monday's to-do list gets mired by the heavy hands of mundane projects and mindsets.   Tuesday is neither half-way nor leaning toward the pause of the weekend.      It's still tidy, uncluttered most of the time.  It sits squarely on the left in my Month At A Glance.     It's there smack dab near week's onset and I know I can depend on it to sit me down and talk to me about deadlines, fresh goals, fear factors.      

However, this Tuesday during my morning walkabout, my mind  wandered   and drifted to other lands, mysterious and intriguing.    In a kind of dream state I  traveled in my mind to the South of France, the Museums of Paris,and  the English Countryside.    I  must grab my wanderlusts by the scruff of the neck and reschedule the afternoon.    Or ,I could remain on the shores of Lake Como . . . but its Tuesday, the responsible day where the left brain bruisers have their way.

If I stay on track and balanced with my work time, soaking-in-the-tub  time, snackingl time, coffee sloshing time, driving time, blogging time, grand mothering time, Golden Retriever walking time, cell-phoning time, e-mailing time, cooking time,  TV time, and nappng time, I'll have just enough time for what's truly important::  prayer time.   With that determined, I'll  look Tuesday square in the eye and drop to my knees.    I've found that  prayer multiples the minutes, especially early morning prayers.   Taking time for the sacred saves time, adjusts the hours to their highest and best use and gracefully energizes my spirit and mind.     With Lake Como's  soft breezes lingering, I rest and rethink my hectic life.

So, I appreciate you, Tuesday, for reminding me to stop and pray.   Yes, oh yes, Tuesday gets my vote for the prime time when all things prayerful are sifted and cupped for a holy purpose, even with the  Italian day dreams.     And there's still time for hugging my grandsons and gathering petunias from my own back yard..    

                                                          

WORD SNACK

When oft I wander in my mind

To lands of fancy, far and wide

I then must blink and timely find

God's best for me is by His side 

Quotable

"Travel the paths paved with fine gold

 and 

surely you'l find your heart growing cold.

but

Travel the paths untraveled and steep 

and

surely, you'll find  a harvest to reap"
lw

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Celebration of Discipline
by Richard Foster