I live on a mental agenda. It’s not something I intend or anticipate. My brain simply processes all the possible options of things-to-be-done and slots them up in time frames. And if something throws my agenda…well, ask my husband what that looks like.
Which is why I was keenly struck by this piece. I have no idea who Annie Keary is (aha. Nineteeth century English novelist. Thanks, Google), but she knows me.
“I think I find most help in trying to look on all the interruptions and hindrances to work that one has planned out for oneself as discipline, trials sent by God to help one against getting selfish over one’s work. Then one can feel that perhaps one’s true work – one’s work for God – consists in doing some trifling haphazard thing that has been thrown into one’s day. It is not a waste of time, as one is tempted to think, it is the most important part of the work of the day – the part one can best offer to God. After such a hindrance, do not rush after the planned work; trust that the time to finish it will be given sometime, and keep a quiet heart about it.”