The past couple of weeks have been absolutely insane. The past two days were the icing on the cake. Yesterday I was pretty sure it was the craziest day I've ever had - or maybe a close second. I won't go into details, because it's unlikely I can even remember it all. Now that I've reached the (almost) end of this day, my brain has pretty much checked out.
Yesterday, while I was running (okay, driving) back and forth across town, carrying anywhere from one to six children, a question kept popping into my scrambled brain. How do I stay focused on Christ and have a godly perspective when I'm running around in lunatic mode? I mean, I can have a pretty decent outlook when everything isn't whirling around me at light speed, even if it is a little hectic. I can remember to pray when I see someone who's been in an accident, or for someone who's weaving in and out of traffic (as well as the innocent bystanders - or are they bydrivers?). But when I'm going so fast I meet myself coming and going, how can I think upon the Lord?
I don't know that I have an answer. I can hardly keep up with myself and where I should go next or what I need to do. I actually used to live this way on a fairly regular basis. Praise God it's not my norm any more. But it does still happen occasionally. I no longer want to get to the end of a warp-speed day, only to find that God never entered my thoughts.
Maybe it's just a greater desire to draw closer to the Lord, to think about Him more, and be refined by Him more. There may not be an answer so much as the increased desire. God knows my heart and as my desires align with His, I believe that He'll bring them to fruition. Maybe just the fact that this thought was in my head at all is a sign that He's helping me learn to dwell upon Him in the midst of the frenzy.