In the kitchen, phone pressed between ear and shoulder, I’m listening to a friend ramble on about an interaction she’d had on campus that day. I confess; I wasn’t listening with my whole head.
A text from one of my favorite people in the whole wide world buzzed through earlier stating she’d “pick us up at 4:30”.
Smack my forehead..I’d forgotten we were taking our little-sister-friends shopping.
Cue the “frantic, get ready, cook dinner moment”. Forget about writing and the several deadlines looming over my head with their ominous presence pummeling my psyche.
Uh, strung out… much ?
I hear the cheery chirp of Beth Moore’s voice admonishing how I just “can’t do 1000 things to the glory of God.” Nailed.