November 2009

That dreading-Monday feeling can sink in on Sunday even before the kickoff on the afternoon NFL game. I don’t have to log in to the work email address without beginning to think of all I need to get done the next day (isn’t there something I’m forgetting?) and the anxiety will creep up, ruining a perfectly lovely Sunday. 

Sometimes I wonder if God looks at us the way I look at someone doing a bad job at parallel parking. You stand there and see them driving up over the curb and yet you can’t somehow convey when they should turn the wheel to the right or the left or move backwards or forwards. 

That’s what happens when I lose all perspective on my life. I can’t get a hold of that God’s-eye view that would make things clear. I was thinking of this the other day, mired in worries about all the stuff I had to get done that wasn’t getting done.