I feel agitated.
Anxious to the inth degree.
I am home.
As I’ve confessed, Time is not my friend.
Its artificial tyranny over our lives exhausts and disgusts me,
because it is manmade.
There is just not enough of it for some of us.
If we let it, every day can seem like the day before final exams.
There are too many things on my “To Do” list, and not enough spaces on the calendar in which to fill them.
Not enough blanks.
The urgency tempts me to agitation and a feeling of total inadequacy. There is no way I can complete the tasks, meet the needs, achieve the goals.
So I do…
The mere contemplation of the overwhelming demands causes a state of paralysis.
I get in bed and start writing this.
The next morning...
I vow that I will achieve peace, no matter what.
I refuse to get out of bed until it arrives.
I try every artificial means I know.
I pray, briefly… with my eye on the clock. (“I’ll give you this much time in which to calm me down…then I’m on my own.”)
He accepts the challenge graciously and gracefully. Not because He has to, but because He can.
And because He wants to.
He is the consummate gentleman.
Peace comes suddenly, like a flood of liquid love.
I rest in it.
Sometimes doing nothing is the best thing you can do.
“What does man get for all the toil and anxious striving with which he labors under the sun?" (Ecclesiastes 2:22)