It’s January 2016. A New Year. A new promise. A new start. I love the New Year because it’s the best example of starting fresh. Whatever went wrong in 2015 can be forgotten with the hope and prayer that 2016 will be better. And if snow is on the ground, what could be a better reminder than the clean slate that God provides?
This year, I’m hoping to become superwoman. Now I know some of you may laugh, but as a wife and mom, superwoman is often the hat I must wear. How else will I manage housework, care of my kids, and my own work? Not to mention, I want to spend time with friends, go to Bible studies, church, read the Bible on my own time, write blogs, etc. You get the idea.
The problem is time. Everyone has to decide what they are going to do with theirs. And although this is a new year, I’m carrying over a practice I started late in 2015: scheduling my day.
If you live for spontaneity, don’t fret and stay with me. If you live for lists: then follow with me. Before I started planning my day, I was running around like a chicken with its head cut off. Tasks seemed to pile up and time seemed to dwindle at an alarming rate. I had no idea how to stay on track.
Until I saw someone suggest keeping a schedule of your time. Y’all, this works! I know it works because in November I met the goal of writing 50,000 words in one month. I managed to write 5 blog posts a week and an additional two for some group blogs I am part of. Not only that, but I networked and marketed for the novella I self-published in March.
So now, before I go to bed, I schedule out the next day and the approximate time it will take to do said activity. I pull up my task list on my cell phone and pray. I pray that God leads me in the scheduling so that I can do all that I need to do. So that one moment won’t be wasted and I’m able to accomplish all that I need to. But more than that, I surrender my schedule to Him.
I know and He knows that one day, that schedule will fly out the window. Whether it’s because someone gets sick and needs a doctor visit or worse, I get sick and need to stay in bed. Or it might be that my kids will come up to me and will ask to share my time with theirs. Those precious moments you can’t plan but grab onto when they show. Those are the times I pray God makes me aware of so I know to set aside my schedule.
So this year, I’m scheduling my days, but letting God be the ruler of my time.