Okay, so I'm not the most organized person you'll ever meet.
I'm one of those really laid back type of personalities. As in spur of the moment, fly by the seat of your pants types. I don't like to start fires or cause waves. I'd rather be the one to put the flames out and throw a life buoy. So far, this has worked for me. My unorganized state of existing has occasionally created stressful situations, but nothing that couldn't be fixed in a mad dash of productivity.
Well, those mad dashes have now been occurring in increasing frequency.
God's putting his finger on one problem area of my life and I'm squirming just a little bit under the pressure. After all, being unorganized isn't exactly sinning, is it? I can justify my lack of organization. I can think of a million reasons why I can't be organized. But the problem is that I've now seen a bigger picture. I know the unnecessary stress it causes and while I never thought before that it affected anyone but me, I've discovered I'm wrong. It affects my ability to be my husband's best helpmeet, my kids best instructor, a good neighbor, an available friend, a ready witness.
There is so much God is calling me to do right now and the truth is that I really can't do it. Not by staying the way I am. I have to be putty in His hands. Moldable. Changeable.
I must become less. He must become more.
And right now, "more" of Him includes a calendar in every room....(smile)