If it needs taken out, I do it.
If it's not out, I didn't do it.
If I'm out, I should've done it.
And nobody else.
Nobody else puts anything away, fetches anything from the closet, climbs the ladder, pulls in the garbage bins, picks up the wrappers, dissembles the boxes, changes the filters, cleans the smudge, sorts the mail, does this while I'm doing that. I'm Miss Everything. I do it.
After all this time, I still notice this everything part of my life. Why does it stop me in my tracks? "Oh... that's my job. Oh... I have to figure that out. Oh... whoops, that's up to me." When will I get use to everything me?
Here's what happens when I'm stopped in my tracks. I'm thankful all over again for a husband who partnered with me, shared the load with me, did while I did with me. A husband! Such a great idea!
And I'm also thankful for my mind, energy, time, and the not-too-big-everything-me tasks. I'm thankful that I'm prompted to pray and rely on God who gives me what I need to do it all. A God! Even better idea!
My days are full of... everythings. Someday I'll be use to everything.
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