I'm a list writer, and sometimes list writers like me write too many things on their lists because there are places to go, people to see, things to do and we get excited till enthusiasm shimmies down the pen and jigs another jot.
"Yeah, I am." I confess it. It's true. "And," I continue, "my to-do list gives me a sense of direction. Security. And when I check things off of my list, I feel accomplished."
"What does it mean to you that I've already written about your day, today?" It's a fair question and maybe my answer should roll right off my tongue, but it doesn't.
I hear what He says, and it sounds like, "Listen to Me. I am you're living list."
What's this I feel? Do I dare feel that I gain employment by the grace of what God has accomplished?"
"Rest assured," He says, "I will take care of what matters to Me."
I'm pressed into grace; and pressure is released. I feel it.
Isn't God the fulfillment of His own grace, for His own sake?
Doesn't He extend this grace to me, and this for His sake as well?
Maybe no one needs to hear me say, "I know how you feel! I'm buried in busyness too! I'm going to work on another to-do list, 'cause this one's got too much on it!"
Maybe, instead, "I know how you feel. I've been there too. Starting today, the only thing I'm writing on my to-do list is, 'Listen.'"