Chaorder
Yes, that wonderful, wacky state of affairs that permeates my life - chaorder. Everyday the morning starts off with dragging myself from this wonderful place in my dreams. I have to get up. I have to get up. I don't want to get up. I have to get up.
I get to work and slowly sip on my Tim's while I turn on my email. Oh my gosh, look at all that red... Ok, so I'll get started reading them but then comes the mass invasion, one after the other people enter my office, 'hi', 'how are you today','what's up' and my personal favourite 'whoa, are you ok?' So, it's almost 1030 and I haven't finished reading the emails. Check the voice mail. More interruptions. Crisis in the parking lot. Staff meeting, I'll check the emails later.
This is a normal day. There is usually very little difference from one day to the next. And it's amazing that anything ever gets done when what seems like chaos and disorder is the main course. However, there is a kind of order in the chaos - chaorder. Not only do things get done, a lot of things get done.
However, in all of this, some things get left out. I've been wanting to phone my friend, Linda, however, by the time the chaorder is over it's too late to call her. She's tucked away in dreamland by the time I get my boys settled down in the evening - the time difference is three hours.
I'll have to settle for trying to remember during tomorrow's chaorder. I've found that if I program my phone to beep and remind me to do something, I'll get it done.
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind!
I'm not the only one like this. There are currently no morning people living in this house. However, once up, we are off and running. Get the kids dressed, grab them something to eat, quick get out the door, "You're going to be late!!!" I yell down the hall. Hurry, hurry, hurry.
I get to work and slowly sip on my Tim's while I turn on my email. Oh my gosh, look at all that red... Ok, so I'll get started reading them but then comes the mass invasion, one after the other people enter my office, 'hi', 'how are you today','what's up' and my personal favourite 'whoa, are you ok?' So, it's almost 1030 and I haven't finished reading the emails. Check the voice mail. More interruptions. Crisis in the parking lot. Staff meeting, I'll check the emails later.
This is a normal day. There is usually very little difference from one day to the next. And it's amazing that anything ever gets done when what seems like chaos and disorder is the main course. However, there is a kind of order in the chaos - chaorder. Not only do things get done, a lot of things get done.However, in all of this, some things get left out. I've been wanting to phone my friend, Linda, however, by the time the chaorder is over it's too late to call her. She's tucked away in dreamland by the time I get my boys settled down in the evening - the time difference is three hours.
I'll have to settle for trying to remember during tomorrow's chaorder. I've found that if I program my phone to beep and remind me to do something, I'll get it done.
With God's help, I make it through. Rather than calm down the chaos, I've taken to turning it into a sense of order. Sometimes it's just the thing to do - just go with the flow, allowing yourself to be blown by the wind wherever it takes you.
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind!
grace...Kathie
Interesting transition of pictures along the way to you driving through chaorder.
ReplyDeleteIn the wind that blows is the whisper of God's voice who brings the order to the chaos.
It's enjoyable to be part of your chaorder.