Smallish Stuff

This morning I sense God trying to get my attention_ hoping to get me to focus on some of the overlooked little things in my life.

Come to think of it, I've spent a whole heck of a lot of energy trying to relax and NOT sweat the small stuff so I'm wondering why I feel the need to shuffle through and bypass the obvious big stuff that needs attending to and crawl around to find all of those pesky little, small things.

I have a confession - I hate dealing with the little stuff. 

The nitty gritty things that make the world go around bore me to death!  

Detail oriented?  Uh, no_ NOT ME!

It's kind of funny, on the outside, people usually take me as being fairly organized.  I must give off that vibe of having it all together.  :o) Heh-heh-heh...   I always feel a little uneasy when this one or that one toots my horn on the subject of organization but I rarely fess-up to being the mess that I really think that I am.

(All of you who are reading who really, really know me - be quiet!  Let me bask in the warmth of what some may actually believe for another uneasy minute or two.)

Seriously, while I can throw a mean dinner party and set a table that might be leaning a little towards the artsy, Martha so fabulous side of entertaining, when it comes to the stuff like did I send in my payment for our Fast Company magazine subscription or was that Rachel Ray's Everyday that I just mailed last week, I'm at a loss most of the time.

I'm terrible with names, too.  Tomorrow night my family and I will be dining at Wolfgang Puck's in Downtown Disney meeting my niece and her fella whom I've yet to meet for the first time and I am already practicing his name so I don't have to make up an on the spot nickname for him in a conversational pinch.  His name is Todd, I keep saying to myself. Todd, Todd, Todd.

Yes, I'm really that bad and you know what?  I'm getting tired of myself in reference to this unorganized issue and I'm pretty sure that God might be getting a bit worn down by my scattered ways, too.

So, with God's help, because I am asking him in just a few seconds, I know that I can conquer this silly below the radar absentmindedness and look forward to a future with less small stuff to worry about because finally, I will have addressed the small stuff and it will be completely out of my life rather than hastily shoved away in our office closet.

Dear God.

Sometimes I am just blown away by how long I can put little things off or barely scrape by but I am confiding in you that I am tired of that part of myself and I see the need to ask for your help and make a much needed change.

I don't expect to suddenly morph into Martha herself, having every single dry good in my pantry housed in identical glass jars with shiny brushed nickel lids, but I do want to be free enough of mind clutter that I can count on myself to accomplish the meaningful things like being able to remember the name of the next new person that I meet for more than a millisecond.

I don't know what you have planned for me in the future but I'm pretty sure that whatever it is, you'd like me to be at my very best so that I can do whatever it is that you have me to do with honor and dignity so that I can ultimately bring glory to you.

I know I'll never be perfect in this life but I'm sure that there's plenty of room for improvement and I thank you for bringing these small things to my attention.

It's going to take a few days to even get a handle on the many smallish things that need to be done around here, but I'm all in, God, or in this case, maybe I'm laying it all out.