One More Thing

It's late and I should be in bed, but I am finishing up just one more thing. Really, just one.
I am like that when I need to leave the house too.
Just one more thing to get done before I head out.
I find this to be a rather annoying trait of mine. I really need to learn to just let it go, whatever it is, because it will be there waiting when I get home, or when I get up in the morning.
It always is, and yet, here I am.

Just one more thing.

Sometimes it's important, like kissing Leo before going somewhere, or for that matter, going to bed too. Or kissing the children goodnight and saying bedtime prayers. Maybe it's getting 10,000 steps logged on the pedometer before midnight. Or it might just be writing a blog.

Just one more thing.

Usually though, it is taking one more load of laundry either in or out of the washer or dryer, or doing up the dishes, or stacking the papers and mail that seem to get scattered around. Something that can usually wait until later, but my obsessive-slightly compulsive self says that I have to have complete before moving on.

Just one more thing.

Luke 10:38-42 ESV 

Now as they went on their way, Jesus entered a village. And a woman named Martha welcomed him into her house. And she had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord's feet and listened to his teaching. But Martha was distracted with much serving. And she went up to him and said, “Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me to serve alone? Tell her then to help me.” But the Lord answered her, “Martha, Martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things, but one thing is necessary. Mary has chosen the good portion, which will not be taken away from her.”

I am like Martha much of the time. "Distracted with much serving," fits me pretty well. I sometimes fell like a whirly-gig, turning and turning, but never getting anywhere. I need to be a little more like Mary, who sat at her Lord's feet and listened to His teaching. Sitting, listening, learning; all three of these I could do more of. I need to do more of. They need to be my "one more thing."

Oh, and just one more thing...

Have a good night's sleep and I'll see you tomorrow.

Love,
Dianne