I am often surprised at how easily I am distracted. Cleaning house can take several hours as I fly off on this tangent or that, cleaning details or organizing stuff, and in the end, I have to just rush through the job.
It’s the same with running errands, I see the card store and remember that I need something there, then I go into the supermarket because I need to pick up milk, and before I know it, I’ve gone a long way out of my way and still haven’t gotten the essentials done.
At one time I had 7 volunteer jobs. I think it was a way to distract myself from the pain of an abusive marriage.
During the summer of my divorce, I began sitting at the front of the church. I desperately needed to hear from God, and there is almost nothing to distract me. I still like to sit at the front.
After the divorce, I was so mentally distracted that I could only manage to pray by writing my prayers in a journal.
Sometimes I think of the devil as a sleight of hand magician: distracting us with one hand while the other seeks to pick our pockets.
Today I feel like the Lord is telling me that I’ve got to focus on the important Kingdom work that He’s given me to do. Don’t just do something: stop and pray!