Separate Entities

What do you mean “Separate Entities”?

Like looking at this problem as its own thing. As its own separate entity.

Oh okay cool.

Compartmentalizing. That’s what I call it.

Also you are not your sin.

I don’t know if I always referred to it as compartmentalizing, but I have compartmentalized for a long, long time. I’m doing it now, in fact. There are some serious flaming arrows of Satan flying around here, but given that I can’t do a whole lot about them except pray … I’ll pray and get a little work done.

Pray without ceasing.

Compartmentalize. Compartmentalization. Say it five times fast.

One of my favorite people, Ryan Blair, has a book coming out next week. So does my dear sister, Jenny Simmons. Ryan talks about compartmentalizing quite a bit. It’s how you get stuff done and live your life at the same time. And since we are people who

get …

stuff …

done …

compartmentalize and prioritize.

I turned down joining various launch teams (so that paragraph above is a little book launch love I’m sending out instead) because, seriously, everything happens in early October. Including this little thing called Ragamuffin Camp, which means I have stuff to get done.

And I have a concert to promote and coordinate the night before.

Hello, I’m Julie, your cruise director. And I love what I do. And I compartmentalize.

Sometimes ten minutes here and ten minutes there, but I compartmentalize.

Oh hey, numbers are moving. Time to shut everything else out. And in case you didn’t know, the nursery is in the lobby.

In today’s smart phone addicted, short attention span world it’s a wonder we get anything done.

Oh hey, I could do that and I’d like to do that, but these two things over here are higher priority. Shutting you off and maybe I’ll get back to it today, and if I don’t then probably someone else has picked it up because it’s not all about me.

Thank goodness.

And if it doesn’t get done at all, hopefully it wasn’t that high priority.

Sometimes I have to compartmentalize and prioritize self-care. Because it’s that important. The whole secure your own oxygen mask before assisting others thing.

Don’t you read C.S. Lewis while getting a pedi?

Coffee in a calm environment = self-care = venti iced green tea.

Cooking is often therapeutic for me.

Broccoli cheddar soup. Heaven in a stock pot. Could someone just cook me some now? ‘Cause I’ve had a long, weird day.

Mexican Italian fusion. Yes, it’s a thing, because I say so.

The start of all good recipes. Onions and EVOO in a skillet.

Family time ... also important.

Sorry, I’m busy comparing ink with Superman.

Sometimes, especially when the arrows go from smoldering to flaming, we just have to call in the prayer partners for help.

Prayer is always a good strategy.

Squawking like the Aflac duck? Not sure about that strategy.

And today’s strategy? Lots of prayer. Breathing. More prayer. Show tunes. And an executive decision to finish the final edit of this later … and … and … it was going to be to walk next door and thank God and Anselmo for Mexican food … but … given the weather had turned into hope-you-started-building-an-ark-a-while-back conditions …

Home for warmer clothes and my own cooking before class it was. Sautéed onion, tomato, and avocado on leftover mashed potatoes, topped with cheddar. I don’t know what style of cooking you call that, so we’ll just call it Jenn’s awesomness.

Tomorrow is another day.

 

Sometimes you have to stop and smell the daisies. 

Keep looking up. 

For more Separate Entities … see Sue Bowles at bebold7.wordpress.com and Leisa Herren at life4inga.blogspot.com. Note that after this post we will be on hiatus until possibly as long as November as we retreat to the wilderness.

But Jesus Himself would often slip away to the wilderness and pray.

~ Luke 5:16 (NASB)

The sun will come out tomorrow

Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow

There'll be sun

Just thinkin' about tomorrow

Clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow

'til there's none

When I'm stuck with a day that's grey and lonely

I just stick up my chin and grin and say, oh

The sun will come out tomorrow

So you gotta hang on

'til tomorrow, come what may!

Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow

You're always a day away!

When I'm stuck with a day that's grey and lonely

I just stick up my chin and grin and say oh

The sun will come out tomorrow

So you got to hang on 'til tomorrow, come what may!

Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you tomorrow

You're always a day away

Tomorrow, tomorrow I love ya tomorrow

You're always a day away ...

~ “Tomorrow” from the musical “Annie”