Yesterday was a day of garden shopping.  Getting home from California at this time of year had me hopping to get all the plants for the vegetable garden and all the ones for the deck pots.  It took most of the day to get this done.  Today and tomorrow will be filled with planting!  I had called Bonnie to check in with her before leaving the house.  I wanted to see how she was doing but spent most of the conversation hearing how my older sis was doing.  We had taken her to urgent care the day before I left.  She has rebounded well and Bonnie was so pleased.  I then called my brothers here so we could all relax knowing things were better.

By last night I was spent.  The adrenaline of helping was all gone and I had nothing left it seemed.  My grandson called to say he needed help with their lawn as he’d let it get too tall before mowing it.  He’s a good worker when he works with you, but doing work on his own usually doesn’t happen.  Today he and I will get it done so he can take it from there.

This morning I was anxious and disgusted all at the same time and wondered how to get all I needed to do done.  As I got to my journaling I asked God to help me prioritize.  It was funny to hear what I’d be telling anyone who asked me–“take one step at a time”.  Relationships are always first and work will get done.  So, today I’ll start with my grandson and get that done and then I can plant the garden.  Tomorrow I can relax and do the flower pots.  By Monday I’ll be caught up and feel as though I was never behind.  I know all of this sounds trite, at least it does as I write it out.

I thank God for the tools He has taught me through the ministries of help like Celebrate Recovery.  Taking one day at a time, one moment at a time is one of those tools and I need these reminders often.