LIsts, lists, lists

(Jeana)  No matter what I am doing these days, my mind is making, checking, remaking lists.  Lists of things to be done before we go, lists of things to bring, lists of school issues to be tackled, lists of appointments to be made, lists of appointments to be canceled, and the lists go on . . . and on.
Not out of worry or anxiety, just in task master mode and control mania mode the lists just hum on and on throughout every day/thought.  Unfortunately, my mind is on autopilot in list making mode when it should be on autopilot in prayer mode.
I even find myself making lists of "my last time to do this" before I leave things.  This is my last time out to the Eustace house, is this the last box if Keurig coffee cups that I will buy, is this the last time I  will have the oil changed, is this the last hockey game I attend, is this . . .  fill in the blank because this list is more quickly growing longer as each day passes.
 It is tragically funny how the mundane is allowed to occupy so much time and energy.  It is the absence of the mundane, never ending time munching city life tasks that makes the trips to Guatemala call so loudly on our lives.   The feeling of serving a purpose greater than ourselves.  Serving alongside the tapestry of souls that God has called out to the mission field, even if for such a brief time . . .