Six of Me

This morning I was attempting simultaneously to explain a Bible verse to Emily, help Jason spell a difficult word, print a document for David, and respond to an email from someone at church, all the while thinking of about ten other tasks I could be taking care of as well. Before my breakfast. As I ran upstairs to add more paper to the printer, I briefly wished there could be six of me, so I could do more things at once.

Aside: Six of me in the world is a scary thought; thank goodness that will never come true, but that's another slant to the story.

It didn't take me too long after wishing for multiple clones of myself to remember that I'm not supposed to be accomplishing more than one of me can get to. God isn't asking me to do more than just I can do (with Him). Whatever I can't manage, well, it wasn't supposed to get done, or I wasn't the one to do it. It's okay.

A note on the creation of this post: I had to stop in the middle of writing it, because I was called upon to give counsel on some online research, expose a child to the Fossils section of Saint-Saëns' Carnival of the Animals, correct a science test, fix lunch, make a trip to the dentist, fill up the car with fuel after nearly running out, take my kids to drama class, and prepare for a band concert tonight. I think this corroborates the fact that I can still accomplish a lot as one lone person.

Comments

[emily]

Hurrah, for Katherine! You're doing great, as a lone person. A lone person depending on God, that is. That's how it is around here. Well, that's how I try to live because the days I wish for clones or take the world upon myself are the ones that rumple up my mind the most...

[Katherine]

Thanks for the encouragement, Emily!

[Mark W.]

You know that saying, "You're one in a million"?

With a world population of over 6 billion, that means there another 6000 just like you!

Now doesn't that make you feel special? :-)