I couldn’t find my Daytimer. All I could think about was I had no other record of my appointments and commitments from now until Christmas. YIKES! I looked everywhere for this calendar and it was nowhere to be found. I backtracked through my busy day yesterday and started calling all the places that I visited on my trip to Newmarket…and there were A LOT of places. When I drive south, I pile as much as I can fit in my day so that I don’t need to make many trips. At the end of the day, lots of long distance phone calls had been made but no calendar was found. I was frustrated and felt a bit panicky.
This morning, as I began to lament once again, my husband tried to convince me to use the calendar on my Blackberry and/or to synchronize with him by using an online calendar. I asked him the name of the calendar application. He looked at me in amazement and quietly responded, “you’re scaring me, Diane…for a minute, I thought you were asking me to set you up on one.” Chris knows that as convenient as it might be, technology is my last resort. I need a “real” calendar – something I can hold in my hand and turn the pages. I started the tedious work of trying to recall every commitment I have made for the next four months and I could feel my level of frustration quickly growing.
“Boy, I certainly am dependent on this dumb calendar” was a thought that flashed through my mind.
With great trepidation, Chris suggested that I take one more look in the car because I arrived home last night and it was dark. I was doubtful but I headed to the car for a quick peek. I found an old, rubbery apple, three vitamins, two binder clips, two half finished water bottles, a bag of pretzels and a spatula but no – WAIT! – I FOUND IT! My Daytime had slipped between the seats. I was ecstatic. I ran back into the house and performed a victory dance for Chris. I could live again – the calendar had been found.
However, “How can life fall apart so quickly, just because I misplaced my calendar?” continued to plague my thinking.
Later this morning, I headed back to the venue where I was speaking last weekend because one of the young moms had forgotten her phone charger and asked me to pick it up for her. I was a bit behind in my day (because I spent so much time looking for my calendar!) but I figured this was as good a time as any so off I went.
As I made a left turn onto the property, there is a earth-colored sign that has been there for years. It says, “WE WOULD SEE JESUS”. It made me take a deep breath and I started to reflect on my behavior when “life doesn’t go my way.” I picked up the phone charger and headed home. On the way out, there is another earth-colored sign that reads, ” WE BEHELD HIS GLORY”.
I felt rebuked. My days are often controlled by my calendar, rather than the expectation to meet Jesus. Twenty four hours of opportunity to behold His glory and I allow my joy and my perspective to be stolen by my Daytimer.
Something to think about.