It might be obvious by now, but I am, most decidedly, not a spontaneous person.
Sometimes this is a good thing. I’m a good planner, which is helpful in setting a budget or a weekly menu. I make lists, which help keep me and others organized. There are calendars everywhere – at work, at home, and on my tablet – that help me keep up with our busy lives.
Planning isn’t everything, though, and an obsessive planner in a house of spontaneous people can make things… interesting. Kit and his younger boys all have that personality, where fun isn’t planned out or scheduled. Occasionally this makes me crazy; while they rarely shirk responsibility for sudden outbursts of fun, sometimes it’s overwhelming to me, and all I want to do is go to my little corner and make another list. (Although a recent 10:00PM ice cream adventure got no quarrel from me. Ice cream…)
It’s a lesson that’s been long in coming. My life can’t always be planned, and nothing is showing that more than my attempts to create a daily devotional practice. Usually I write it out, plan it out, decide what I’ll do when and how and what I’ll say and blah blah blah. This is great for some things – large public rituals, for instance, often have to have at least a rough script in order to work well. But a daily practice doesn’t have to be scripted; it just has to happen every day.
Surprising to me, I can’t write out a devotional practice. I’ve tried. The pen won’t move; my brain goes blank. Luckily it didn’t take me long to get the hint. Stop thinking so hard. Just do.
So I am. One day at a time, a little thing at a time. Singing an impromptu song while doing dishes; going to have ice cream at 10PM; turning off the computer and painting a necklace or making a pair of earrings. These are all small things, spontaneous things that I haven’t planned, but do with Him in mind.