The hardest time of the day for me is bedtime. I’m tired. I’ve run the good race. There have been errands and fights and meals and baths and dishes and homework plus whatever other unexpected thing happened in a day. It remains a temptation for me, after getting the kids ready, to send them up the stairs with a hearty “I love you. Good night. Turn off the lights.” and that’s it.
However, in talking with another person about the subject of writing, God granted me an insight. Writing a book requires a story arc which, in the best of circumstances, should be plotted out. For some, the easiest way to get the story plotted is to start at the end and work backwards.
I thought about application of this same technique to real life. I wanted my children to go to bed tucked in, happy, peaceful. So I plotted the day backwards, from tuck-in with stories, prayers, and sippy cups, to what we’d serve for dinner, to the tricky issue of picking up two teens at two different schools at two different times, to homework.
I tried it again the next night, and even with the craziness of a dental appointment and a forgotten book, it still worked. Theologically speaking, it makes sense, our end goal being Heaven, to work backwards toward what we must do here on Earth, with the end destination in mind. “So, when I do what I do not want to do, I am in agreement with the law, that the law is good.”
Having a plan to make it happen helped it happen. Having a plan to cooperate with grace led to the grace to cooperate. Anytime I make it up the stairs, it is grace. It is the widow’s mite, to give when I feel entitled to stop giving. When the mind, heart, and body say “Stop” and you act anyway, it is grace.
Grace is a habit. I’d fallen out of it as of late owing to the craziness of the schedule and my willingness to be weak on this point. However, whenever we cooperate with grace, you know, we receive more, as God cannot be outdone in generosity. Grace leads to more grace. Reading one story usually leads to three. So also, one “I love you” often leads to smothers of hugs and kisses on the cheek.
With that in mind, this week’s small successes of cooperating with grace and making grace a habit include:
1. Reestablishing bedtime stories. It’s a joy I forget whenever it falls by the wayside, but which always surprises me.
2. Plotted two-thirds of my next book using a workshop technique. Planning to finish the plotting so I have a blueprint for where I want to end up by the end of the book.
3. Being pushed to re-start a daily rosary, when I’m presented constantly with friends who deserve prayers as gratitude for their friendship, friends who need prayers for their sufferings, and friends who ask for prayers because they need more salt and light in their lives.
Now it’s your turn!
Copyright 2013 Sherry Antonetti