AJ and a LATTE

Do you remember being a small child and having to clean your room? Now, when I would begin, I would start finding all sorts of treasures!  Hmm…I wonder what this button goes to…SILLY PUTTY!!!!! Wait, is that a Barbie shoe? Why is her foot in it but the doll is missing? Interesting! They’ll never know if I just stuff the clothes under the bed. I know where they are.  By the end of the assigned time, I was so completely satisfied with my piles of treasure and my (to me) spotless domicile.  Then in would march My Old Broad and proceed to ask me what in the name of all that was holy had I been doing???? Well, I would state with indignation, “I was busy!”  That busy was totally productive to an eight year old, but not in the eyes of the adult.

This morning I have gotten a TON done! I have been up since 4:30 with a friend on my mind. I have prayed, listened, emailed, scheduled, ordered, planned…  I have been very productive.  As I write this, I am sitting on my back porch listening to the crackle of the citronella candle and the symphony of morning aviary sounds.  Each different bird is singing his or her individual timbre making a masterpiece as the sun creeps over the horizon slowly licking the sky with light.  This moment, right here, is just as productive as the last two and a half to three hours. I feel a warm cocoon of the Father wrapped around me telling me to sit and listen. Sleep soothed my body and gave me energy, but this moment is soothing my spirit.  This productivity is soul enriching. It will give me the peace to tackle the rest of the day with the warmth and comfort of my secret place.  Is my porch anything extraordinary? No. But this morning it was as good as any temple or altar.  It was my meeting place with God.  

I challenge you to be productive today.  Get one good thing accomplished.  I also challenge you to be productive like a child. Find a treasure.  Today, mine was in silence with nature. Your treasure, your productivity, can have a very different definition from the norm. This time on my porch is not wasted on me. Though my day will be full of check marks and marking off on my to do list, these few moments have given me much more than the other worldly tasks. Find your productivity. 

And I never did figure out where the Barbie was that went with the foot. I guess that is when I started loving crime drama. Ripped from the headlines, footless Barbie missing. Mischievous Mutt prime suspect. Silly putty and button found at the scene…..

Until next time…..