MAY BOXES

My notes and scrawls cover the days of my family photo calendar, a gift, amidst the dust on the walls.  Every day full of dropping off, picking up, taking care.  Weariness and anxiety fill me up looking at all those numbers and names of people, places on 30 boxes.  Hard to see only one box at a time. Isn't that what Jesus said?  One day, one box, one child, one event,one dread, one joy at a time .  One savior giving one grace one day at a time.  If I raise my eyes above the ink filled boxes, over top the dusty wall,   I see the family photo of a wonderful memory that was a scratch in a box before it became blessing, encouragement, and grace.  Lord, can you help my eyes stay there on  your grace evident in  people, these eternal gifts ,dwelling in tented boxes? Even the name above these squares, May, names an eternal soul, one of the objects of my scratching.  My gaze drifts down like the dust in my house to settle on things not eternal, just boxes, scribbles and numbers, so numerous to make it difficult to  focus.  I need help to see the eternal staring back at me above those 30 boxes of scratch and busyness.  My dusty walls can be sloth or evidence of  a  clearer  vision, even when the whole month is blurry with notes etched to remind of places to be and times to keep.  Without clear vision people perish and scratches of ink in boxes reign. Hearts become anxious giving  priority to places and times and not on the tents of soul.  Eternal vision becomes nearsightedness when I don't gaze beyond the boxes and look up.

"One day at a time..for tomorrow has enough worries of its own." Help me  look up, see what lasts and redeem my busyness one square at a time."

Luke 10:41 But the Lord answered and said to her, "Martha, Martha, you are worried and bothered about so many things; 42 but only one thing is necessary, for Mary has chosen the good part, which shall not be taken away from her."