Butter or Bluebonnets?
It took me a good five minutes to scrape the last of the butter off of its wrapping and into the butter dish. I had three packages of fresh butter waiting, but aware of saving money, I got the last streak off the old package before I tossed it into the garbage. My mind wandered into consideration of just how much that five minutes of my time was worth. Maybe I wasted more time value than I saved in butter money. I am not a time management whiz, but I did toy with that idea as I finished setting the breakfast table. I worry needlessly about maybe twenty scattered minutes a day, maybe more, but figuring twenty minutes a day times seven (because a really focused worrier doesn't take a day off just because it's Sunday) and adding another twenty because I do double time on Mondays, gives me over two hours a week of worrying. That's more than eight hours a month which adds up to 96 hours a year. That's twelve eight-hour working days I have spent worrying when I could have cleared off my desk, caught up with correspondence, finished a couple of books, visited with my friend, who is dearer to me than popcorn and only gets a hasty telephone call to hold our friendship current, spent a full day in Bible study and meditation, had my hair done, gone to an antique show and had a day free for a drive through bluebonnet country! Was all that worrying really worth it? Maybe God's admonition not to worry is His awareness of the bluebonnets I've missed. I'll take a little time and consider that.
Excerpt from
"Jeannette Clift George, From Center Stage"
