Have you ever had one of those weeks where everything went exactly as planned? Well, neither have I, except for last week. I do not know what was going on last week, all I know is everything went according to plan. My plan, that is. I was on a roll.
In a sense, that worries me. I am not accustomed to having my week work out according to my plans. Normally, if I can get 50% of my plans accomplished in a week, I am doing pretty good. Last week was one of those weeks, which may never repeat itself ever again, I am sorry to say. Or, am I sorry?
In contrast, the week before it was horrendous.
This week was different in every respect. I enjoyed this week, particularly the fact that I got all my "to-do-list" accomplished and by early Friday afternoon, I had nothing to do.
Nothing to do!
Then a thought wrestled my brain to the mat. What if the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage found out I had finished all my work and had nothing to do?
When I thought about this, one thought that was predominant was that it is a good thing when I do NOT finish everything in a week. Then, I have the excuse that I have too much to do to delve into the "honey-do-list" of which my wife is most famous.
I believe this "honey-do-list" is something mothers pass on to their daughters. It is part of the women's secret society that does not permit any intrusion from the non-female counterpart. It is the reason wives prefer their husbands call them the secret name, "Honey." Whenever the husband uses this term of endearment the wife smiles one of those romantic smiles that her husband has no idea what is behind that smile.
It has taken me a long time to come to this point of understanding. While, it is very gratifying to get your work for the week done ahead of schedule, it creates an opportunity for the intrusion of that infamous "honey-do-list." This list has no end to it.
When you accomplish one item on the "honey-do-list," three other items appear automatically. It is virtually impossible to finish everything on that list. It is part of the wife's secret society no man can penetrate.
Being on such a good roll in any given week is not the grand thing I thought it was. I am now content to have my desk piled high with unfinished work at the end of each week.
Since I had a little bit of time on my hands, I read what good old King Solomon, the wisest man that ever lived, thought along these lines. "Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest" (Ecclesiastes 9:10).
If I do not use my time to the best of my ability, the probabilities are pretty high somebody will intrude and use that time for some other use.