My carefully curated list is in ashes on the floor.
What are we to do, as believing women? How are we to redeem our days and do the important things without giving up moments here and there for fun?
We cry out to God, who, according to Psalm 90, has been our dwelling place in all generations. We cry out for Him to teach us how to live and how to use our days most wisely and how to say no to the temptation to play just one more game of Bejeweled Blitz or visit one more shopping website.
We cry these words to Him, that He wrote Himself: Let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us, and establish the work of our hands upon us; yes, establish the work of our hands!
I keep on my vanity this verse:
Not just my words, but my meditations, my thoughts, my desires and choices, be pleasing to You, bring honor and glory to You, extend Your Kingdom in my (very) little world.
I have found that when I put His interruptions ahead of my list, without grumbling and whining, my list either gets done almost effortlessly, or I find that the things on it are immaterial. When I take time to sit before Him quietly sometime during the day, the interruptions do not interrupt, because they are part of His plan for my day.
It's not magic, it's submission. It's allowing Him free reign in my daily, very ordinary, world. It's making my heart call Him Master. And meaning it.
Satisfy us in the morning with your steadfast love, that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.
(All unmarked verses taken from Psalm 90)

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