Just do this moment.
One of the kids is sick. The others are tired and grumpy.
Housework glares. My desk sits neglected.
The pot plants are wilting on the front porch.
Just do this moment.
But this moment is messy:
the fridge is close to empty,
there’s more laundry than lounge,
I can’t even remember the last time I did a quiet time.
Just do this moment.
But this moment is noisy:
the ‘to do list’ is nagging.
‘Should do’s and ‘could do’s and ‘would do’s
pile higher than unwashed dishes.
The kids are demanding.
I’m frazzled and weary, my patience worn thin.
Just this moment.
This untidy moment?
This harried moment?
This worn out and clumsy moment full of tomorrow’s demands?
Yes. Just do this moment.
Do it well.
Do it by grace. Full of compassion.
And be still.
Tomorrow will take care of itself.
Just this moment.
I can do that,
with you.