There was also the night (I believe just before that day or close to it) where I was holding our 8-month-old trying to keep her from waking up while paramedics were struggling to find my unconscious wife’s pulse on our bedroom floor at 3 in the morning. All of this while I was working 60+ hours a week in a warehouse on top of trying to serve in my church. I was spent in every sense of the word, I was wrung out and had nothing left in me.
The practice of planning and organizing and structure has always somewhat eluded me. Don’t get me wrong, over the years I have, by necessity, become somewhat of a planner and organizer but it is most certainly not natural. My default mode is to just sit back and what happens happens and make it up as I go. I even use trendy buzz words to justify it saying things should be more “organic” than structured.
Sadly, I don’t take this approach with a lot of other tasks that can seem mundane. Cleaning the house, cooking dinner, putting together the same puzzle I’ve put together 8 million times with my 3-year-old, and any other number of things that I feel like I just do the same over and over with no point.
Just thinking- many Christians love Jeremiah 29:11. It’s a life verse for many and they look at it as a personal promise to them. It does reveal the heart of God to His people. Many Christians think it is a promise to us today and I think we can probably apply it to us but we should also understand that the context was to Jews living in Babylon at the captivity.