It’s Tuesday morning. Sometimes when I get to Tuesday I feel like the week is going to drag on forever. Why? I get drained thinking about the zillions of things I need to do. Then I get overwhelmed and go through the motions. The burdens feel heavy. I discussed this with one of my priests over the weekend. He sagely reminded me to spend time with God each morning and give my days and nights to Him. Have I heard that advice a MILLION times before? Of course! Saturday it struck a new chord with me. I began to reflect about bosses I worked for that I have liked and ones that drove me crazy. Now when I tell you about my bosses, don’t think that I am sexist. Far from it. It is just that every single one of my bosses were men. That is just how it has worked out thus far.
Anyway, the bosses that I did my best work for, and was constantly motivated to be productive, were ones who trusted my work and instincts. They built me up with trust and room to grow. They expected me to stay in touch and keep them informed, but they didn’t harass me to do so. I suddenly realized on Saturday that there is a strong parallel between how they treated me and how God treats me. No, I am not saying these men were gods. I am saying that I was aware enough (when I was working for them) to realize what was required for me to do my best. I took on my work with great joy—yes, I really did come whistling into the office most days. I worked my tail off happily. There was joy around me because of it, even in stressful times. The more I worked with joy and zeal, the more responsibility I was entrusted with. The more I did and the more I connected with my bosses, the more my role expanded. This was good, because it allowed me to conduct training sessions, produce employee manuals, redesign departments, improve business ethics….well you get the idea.
What I realized over the weekend was that God treats me like those bosses. He believes in me. He expects me to work hard and use all of my talents and gifts. He expects me to make my part of the world better in ways that I may not even have imagined yet! He also prefers that I stay in touch with Him on a regular basis. He wants me to sit down with Him and share my thoughts, frustrations, hopes, dreams, accomplishments, love and everything else. He is NOT like Charlie on Charlie’s Angels, just stopping by to issue a quick order every now and then. No wonder I at times feel like I am adrift. When I treat Him like Charlie instead of a beloved manager—well, of course I feel like I am off on my own and rather powerless or victimized at times.
I say God is my interior designer/architect for a very specific reason. In the spring we often feel the need to rearrange furniture, purge closets, put out different knick-knacks that are light and fresh. Some of us even repaint a room or something even more extensive. We feel an almost irresistible urge to redefine our space. In Holy Week I feel the need to refresh my interior. Confession on Saturday began the process. Continually reminding myself to demur to God will keep my interior fresh, light, and filled with joy.
Quite frankly, after going through the ups and downs of my son’s recent health scare, I could use a whole lot of lovely redesign inside! I am picturing pale yellow walls, vases of purple hyacinths, forsythia, daffodils, and lilacs scattered around. Plus wispy white curtains blowing at the open windows….of my cottage by the sea. You see, I can get to water in my mind—even though I live in the desert.
Now the desert is lovely, and I do love it….I am just picturing springtime images. May my interior be redecorated by God, my beloved Savior. He is the joy of my life. Blessings to each of you.