On Losing The Plot

When hard pressed, I cried to the LORD; he brought me into a spacious place.

—Psalm 118:5

I’ve lost the plot recently. I’m too busy, the to-do list is too long, and instead of putting on the brakes when I needed to, I pushed that idea away and committed to more and more things. Of course, it all looks so much worse when you’re tired. I’m tired. I’m cry-when-I-stub-my-toe, entertain-sleep-fantasies kind of tired. That magnifies everything.

The one day this week that I have a sitter so I can plow through some long-overdue work, I scheduled to have the carpets cleaned. See? Evidence of having lost the plot. My husband laughed out loud and told me to cancel that immediately.

I’m trying again today, trying to give my energy to what’s most important, not just what’s right in front of me. And I’m reminding myself of the biggest thing: God made a gorgeous rich world, stuffed with glowing green trees and child cheeks and good friends. When I spin out into my own anxieties and frantic days, I miss out. It’s all there, waiting to be seen, discovered, heard, entered into. And I’m determined not to miss it today.