As a wife, a mother, a grandmother, an artist, a musician, a writer, a website builder, a bookkeeper, a cook, a maid, a counselor, a teacher, a planner—and whatever else the day requires—that phrase runs constantly through my mind and out of my mouth.
But what is missing?
God.
This morning, as I woke from a good night’s sleep, I allowed only a brief thought to yesterday. It was not a productive day by any stretch of the imagination. Nothing went as planned. The day turned sideways and upside down. Family came to visit, schedules unraveled, and we didn’t sit down to lunch until 6:30 in the evening. It was one of those long, tangled days where one small crisis led straight into the next.
By 2:00 pm, I realized I was no longer managing the day—I was simply clinging to the next thing that appeared in front of me, hoping to make it through. What I wasn’t clinging to was God.
I told my daughter that my brain could no longer hold everything that was dropping into my life demanding to be “done.” From that point on, I prayed my way through the day, reassured that God was aware, even if I felt overwhelmed.
Is this not the plight of so many of us? Our thoughts filled with plans of accomplishment, improvement, gain, and ultimate success—until God gently (or not so gently) shakes the day to get our attention. This was not the first time in my life that I found myself in frustrated tears, asking “why.”
God always has a purpose.
This morning, the lesson is clear. I lacked the confidence that He was truly there in the moment—present, patient, and perhaps even smiling—knowing that this lesson needed to be learned again. He must always come first. When I fail to put Him first, things never work out for the best.
My husband and I have felt off course these past few days, but we are righting our direction, confident that His love surrounds us and His plans remain intact. Busyness is not the answer. Productivity is not peace.
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