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, they look around, hoping someone else do es the same thing. Now, I am not a list maker, in fact 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 items 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.
You have searched me, Lord, and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Psalm 139:1-3