I see the prompt word “SHE” and think of Flylady’s “Sidetracked Home Executives.”
Sidetracked. That seems to be my patternless pattern of living lately.
And I’m really getting tired of it. Tired of flopping around from one plan to another, or jumping to this interruption or that, of following such convoluted branched pathways, of ending up with a crumbling structure for my days, my weeks, my life.
Routine is good, and good routine is better. Good and holy routine is the best, and for a little squeak of a while, I had that, at least a taste. O take me back, God, to the good and holy, and bring the Sidetrackedness of my Home-Executiveness to a decisive end.
Sweet peace. Sweet time. Sweet Lord.