I always thought one's brain would expand, create new synapses when called upon to increase its activity. Now I read that multitasking is not the most efficient use of time. Apparently, there is only so much one's brain can properly focus on at one time before things start to slip and get buried in its creases.
But as most of us understand, multitasking is a required way of life. Were I to list all the hats I have worn since February 20 when we started construction of our house, you'd be yawning and wouldn't finish this post.
I've tried to counter the chaos by making lists (and more lists) as well as nailing up a calendar on the bathroom wall next to the light switch so I must "see" it each morning. Still, I miss events penned clearly in dark blue marker.
The letters in one square speak of my monthly act of service at the local nursing home. One hour a month when I imperfectly hammer out a few hymns on a very out of tune piano, listen to our pastor give a devotional, and help my children interact with the residents to show them Jesus' love.
But for the month of May, I didn't attend. The bad part is, it wasn't like I had anything else planned that interfered...or that I didn't wake up in time. I just flat out forgot what I had reminded myself of just the day before.
That was three weeks ago, and my non-attendance has burdened my heart and mind ever since. It's uncanny--something I couldn't remember, now I can't forget.
One month, visiting the nursing home was a duty. The next, it's a desire of my heart, and I am left with an ache of sadness for the blessings I missed.
I'm not sure when the transition happened.
The heart is a funny thing...causing me to pause as it continually makes leaps without giving me notice.