The Now and the Not Yet

With every passing day the conviction grows that I will never reach the place of "getting it together." When the house is clean and the children are happy I neglect some crucial discipline like prayer.  When it feels like the roof is falling in I pray and the dishes pile up. A new week begins and with it a new resolve. By Friday my to-do list is half done and I'm looking forward to a new week to start over again and get it right. This time I'll get it right. Surely.

I'm never going to get it right. Slowly I'm starting to embrace this and it helps. It helps to know that the puzzle pieces will never fit. As long as the world is topsy turvy so am I.