Y'all, I am tired. We haven't even crossed the three o'clock threshold, and I've found myself wondering if it's too early to go to bed.
It's been a long week. On our trip to visit Mops and Pops, I brilliantly forgot Lamby. The first day and a half we were there was spent sleepless, and looking to purchase a new one (the third Lamby, for those who are counting). (We found one, by the way.) On returning home, I faced an extremely busy weekend, an unfinished bathroom, and the realization that Nora's coming really soon.
Let's just say I spiraled into a bit of despair. That might be an understatement.
My sweet, sweet husband prayed with me (and for me) an awful lot. He encouraged me. And after I decided that I would actually listen to his sweet words, he gave me some really good advice. And friends, I'd like to share it here with you.
Instead of getting overwhelmed at the "everything" that needed my attention, he told me to simply focus on doing only the next good thing.
Meaning, I didn't need a plan. I just needed to tackle that next thing. If the thing most frustrating to me was the sink full of dirty dishes, then that sink was the next thing I needed to do. I didn't need a list or an itinerary. I just needed to do the next thing. And sometimes, that next good thing means putting my feet up for an hour.
This thinking (and an awful lot of prayer) has done wonders for my outlook! Although my list helps keep me organized, knowing I only have to worry about one thing at a time keeps me from getting completely overwhelmed.
And right now? The next good thing is a Dr. Pepper and some pita chips.