I woke up this morning, October 25th, with “31 Days Draft” sitting in my editorial calendar. I committed to writing for 31 Days as I read through the book of Sirach. But before I committed to the 31 Days Writing Challenge, I committed to being a wife and mother…and sometimes, those days seem to be lived in “Draft.”
31 Days Draft
Those days lived in draft? Those are the days we have a plan for, a rough sketch or outline of how we want that day to look. And that structure, that draft, is a good I think, I would even say a necessary. Without some type of outline, structure or bones to the day, how we will know what to do next? Just moving from fire to fire, squeaky wheel to squeaky wheel, or not even moving; those days have nothing really to show for themselves. At the end of the day, when you examine your day, you’ll have a messy heap of unfinished tasks, thoughts or plans that you wore yourself out from–bouncing from one back to the other. What a discouraging way to the day, never really accomplishing much, but tired and stressed from trying to do too much.
On the other hand, becoming a slave to piece of paper or computer program with only a certain number of boxes to be checked can be too confining and there are many actions started , completed or not, that can’t be checked off a list. Living and dying by a neat row of color coordinated “accomplishments” does not always leave room for grace in the moment or for the moment.
I fully intended to write and post for 31 Days straight. Instead, I’ve written and posted for 30 days almost straight. I may or may not make up that one missing day before the challenge ends but that’s not the point. The point is, I had a goal which provided me some much needed blogging direction for the month of October. So what if I missed that particular goal because I said yes to another goal, a more worthy goal. I could keep my eye on the reward of boasting or even just knowing I said 31 Days and 31 Days it is. Or I could consider my reward something greater and longer lasting..serving God through grace in the moment, serving my husband by offering grace or being grace in his moment, granting my children the grace of a childhood not dictated by a certain number of boxes checked off each day. I would like to extend to them the same free gift my Father extends to me over and over again.
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