This late morning I attempt to pray in the face of my own
fragmentation, overwhelmed with starting points, distractions seize my thinking
with ideas more interesting than the monotony of today’s tasks. The guilt of yesterday’s undoneness threatens
today’s confidence, and I worry again that the end of this day will be like
yesterday with deadlines missed and lunch dates forgotten of embarrassing
messes and bruised feelings.
For a change today, I pray to the Great Creator of great
ideas, that seem to be fogging the windshield of my to-do list. Instead I ask for a Divine Distraction to
interrupt my status quo of busy avoidance and unproductive workaholism. I’m no longer satisfied with my patterns of
life, of missing the miracles from yesterday while loading the laundry I’ll
later forget to put in the dryer. Yesterday while I busily looked past the
tears on your face, my inattentive schedule forgot those clean clothes like I
did our friendship.
I’m once again reminded this morning rewashing my mildew-scented
laundry how my life battle is fought not between the great poles of good and evil
but in the daily, momentary choices between good and better.
Back to my prayer this late morning almost slipping into
lunchtime…I look to the Great Father of Best Things and beg for a divine distraction
from myself.
