Lately I’ve been really stressed out about time–as in, there isn’t nearly enough of it.
I like my job, but the hours can be incredibly long and the work is often very fast-paced and hard to keep up with. Data needs to be accurate, but reports have to be timely, and often it seems the twain shall never meet.
Then there’s family, and church, and school. I want to do the right thing by each of those, but it seems that something has to fall by the wayside, and often does.
Last time I checked, there is only 24 hours in a day.
Then the other day, my friend Daniel remarked something to the effect that there are just enough hours in the day for me to get done what God intended.
What a great point.
I will get done what I need to, what I’m supposed to.
5 classes into my curriculum, and I am still maintaining a 4.0. I hope to keep that up.
My work is going well. I like my job and my coworkers a lot, and I feel like our boss looks out for us the best she can in an uncertain time.
My children are well, and strong, and getting into everything (we had a great guys night last night while mommy was out–it was fun).
I love my wife more every day.
What the heck was I complaining about? Is complaining, worrying, and being negative going to change anything or make me feel better?
No.
Here is what will.
Being grateful and feeling blessed for what I do have, and thanking God for those things.
Spending time with Him every chance I get.
Maybe things are looking pretty good after all…
A Work in Progress 