Yeah, so I'm a list maker. Can't help it- it's in the genes. Anyway, it helps me clarify my thoughts to see them in writing.
So I was mentally making my list the other day as I pulled out the pen and paper. It's more like an outline, really- these are the categories of my life and the most important thing that needs to be done in each one. Now find the most important of the most importants, and viola! a prioritized list is born! The day suddenly bursts with new meaning and takes a step toward a satisfied feeling at bedtime.
But wait! I think I've forgotten my only priority! Truth is, nothing matters but Him.
I laid the blank piece of paper back down. No need to write a list. It's very short and concise, tho for some reason, I don't always seem to remember it. There is only one Priority, and all other ambition is folly. Somehow, I couldn't write down anything else. Anything less would have been a disgrace to the one Whose name I bear.
Fast forward to this morning. I picked up a book I bought at a thrift store the other day. 10 Secrets for Success and Inner Peace. I read the introduction which promised that once these 10 secrets were "mastered and practiced on a daily basis" -blah, blah, blah. I had to toss the book aside. I'm analytical, OK? I am drawn to read introspection. But, truth is, I already know the Way. He is not a secret. I pulled out my mental list, and, yup, it still only had one Name on it. Jesus. Why do I ever look anywhere else?
So many times I get this feeling that I am waiting for something. Something to happen, some new experience, something significant. I think I am really just homesick. Homesick to return to my Creator. Homesick for the end of meaningless lists and mind-numbing activity, wanderings and wonderings. Homesick for what's really real. Homesick for Jesus. Not sure why we are required to walk this earth before we go back home, but nevertheless, I shall keep my list of One and look forward to the day I see Him face to face.
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