By Sandra Clifton, D.Min.
With just one day to go until Thanksgiving, I placed my to-do list next to the driver’s seat in the car. On the list were the day’s duties that faced me—as “prayer warrior” on the phone lines at my church 10 miles away, as “distributor” of food and clothing at the women’s shelter 15 miles beyond the church, and as “greeter” for the Thanksgiving Tea at the church, 15 miles back-tracking in rush-hour traffic. A strong wind was kicking up—driving in this would be another challenge.
As I set out to face my full plate of things to do, I brought my car to a screeching halt—my purse! I had left it on the dining room table. In it was another list—groceries to buy, food to cook for tomorrow’s houseguests, and a dirty house for my husband, Terry, and I to clean (probably taking us until midnight).
“Lord, help!” I moaned to myself, as I rushed into the house. Running short on energy, I resisted the urge to bypass the dining room table and go straight to bed.
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