Rebekah, the compulsive compiler of lists
My teenage daughter gave me the grocery list yesterday — with just one item.
Rebekah and my wife are passionate about lists. I am passionate about losing lists.
Rebekah’s discipler in list compiling, my wife, Dianna
My wife grew up in a household where her mother put up stickies on cabinet doors, on walls, on regular doors, on the refrigerator. There were reminders to leave your shoes outside, turn off lights, take vitamins. When we got married, I threw these out when Dianna started posting them up. Tacky stickies.
Don’t get me wrong. I have my agenda with lists of things to do. But the loose papers? I lose them. Usually I go to the store (yes, I buy the groceries) reciting the 8 – 9 essential items and buy the things that strike my fancy. Haha! What a strategy! More often than not, I forget 5 – 6 of the essential items. Nevertheless, I’m stubbornly opposed to lists.
Me, the list-hater. I guess you could say I’m often listless. No, I’m not a cowboy, but I do steal people’s hats for pictures when I can.
Which is why I looked at the list yesterday and asked Rebekah, “Why?” Why a list with only one item. Seriously?
I lost the list and remembered to buy the item: canned refried beans. Hooray!
There is only one important list: my prayer journal. (Chances are, you’re in it because I pray for my followers by name — though I need to update it! If you want me to pray for you, just comment at the end of this post, and I’ll make sure you enter the list.)
Forgetting groceries is annoying. But forgetting to pray is a question of Heaven and Hell. So I don’t want to miss anyone or anything.
Which demonstrates a point: Do we pay more attention to our grocery lists or our prayer lists?