I feel like today is a lost day. That term just came into my mind. “Lost Day” It’s how I describe a day where nothing is really planned, and I don’t really end up doing anything.
Let me rephrase. Although I enjoy relaxing days and nothing days, I do not enjoy days where I feel there are many things to do, but I cannot figure out what to do.
Part of it is motivation. I am best when I say, “I am going to do these three things today.” Yesterday I bought groceries, paid bills and went to the bank.
Today, we have soccer practice at 6 pm. But the rest of the day is without a plan. So I do a bit of this, some of that, never fully committing to anything. And soon it is a Lost Day.
The worst part of a Lost Day is that I get down on myself for being unproductive. Being down on myself inevitably leads to feeling sorry for myself and a bit of depression.
In my tedium, I began to flip through Anita’s journals. On one page from May 2005, I found this:
When you worry, pray
The greatest discovery we can make it to realize that our own strength is not enough.
I had to come to the end of my rope before I could discover the sufficiency of Christ.
Read Pray Trust Obey
That’s what I should do every day. Maybe then it wouldn’t be Lost.
