Friday - I meant to do my work today

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Quote for the Day: "Satan will do anything to make us timid, troubled, and ineffective servants of our Master." Fr. Michael Scanlan, TOR

Friday,

It's happening. Just a little after ten o'clock in the morning and I'm starting on the JoyNotes. My plan is to do thirty minutes before looking at email. They say you should only look at email once a day.... hmmm.... we won't discuss how many times a day we look at email. Nope.. we won't even go there.

They say, (they being all the people who are helping me to get sense out of the chaos of my life.) that email is the world's biggest time cruncher. One little email with one little request can take thirty minutes, smack out of your day before you even realize it. One little email with an interesting link can sneak you off into distraction land with no return. So .... no email till I get my thrity minutes in.

It always takes me a minimum of one hour to put the JoyNotes together.... but the later it is.. the more time it takes. If I don't get started until after 8:00 in the evening it might take me two or more hours. Not sure exactly why.. brain slows down... my procrastinator genes kick in and I keep finding little things to look at, do, read, play a game of spider solitaire while I kid myself that after that I will surely think of something interesting to write about....

Sometimes what happens and this sounds good but really isn't. I think ..."Oh my goodness, I need to make a really nice card for tomorrow. Something special to celebrate the day. There goes an hour.. crunch, crunch, crunch with no problem. After all its night... nothing else to do but sleep and who needs to do that when I need to make this really cool card? Or whatever. Brain goes flaky soft at night. Reason and common sense they don't stick around... they quit.

So.... just see what interesting stuff I write in the morning? Aren't you impressed?

Blessings of Peace and All Good,
Sister Patricia

The Confession Connection The Sacrament of Reconciliation: Celebrating God's Forgiveness by Sandra DeGidio, O.S.M. Day Twelve: Confession: Externalizing what is within Zorba the Greek—that earthy, raucous lover of life created by Nikos Kazantzakis—captures this loving God when he says: "I think of God as being exactly like me. Only bigger, stronger, crazier. And immortal, into the bargain. He's sitting on a pile of soft sheepskins, and his hut's the sky...In his right hand he's holding not a knife or a pair of scales—those damned instruments are meant for butchers and grocers—no, he's holding a large sponge full of water, like a rain cloud. On his right is paradise, on his left hell. Here comes a soul; the poor little thing's quite naked, because it's lost its cloak—its body, I mean—and it's shivering. "...The naked soul throws inself at God's feet. 'Mercy!' it cries. 'I have sinned." And away it goes reciting its sins. It recites a whole rigamore and there's no end to it. God thinks this is too much of a good thing. He yawns, 'For heaven's sake stop!' he shouts. 'I've heard enough of all that!' Flap! Slap! a wipe of the sponge, and he washes out all the sins. 'Away with you, clear out, run off to paradise!' he says to the soul...Because God, you know, is a great lord, and that's what being a lord means: to forgive!" To be continued A selected article from "101 Inspirational Stories of the Sacrament of Reconciliation."