It’s that time of year when I start to question my approach to productivity. It’s that time of year when I remember why the outdoors is one of my favorite places to be. It’s that time of year when I’m glad I live in a part of the world that has distinct seasons.
This spring isn’t that different from so many others I’ve had. The days are longer and getting warmer. The sun invites me outside and the garden smiles as I dive into my “dirt therapy.” Looking at what else needs to be done, I have to laugh at myself.
And yet I have many other things that need done, too. I have work and children, sports schedules and plans to keep, and a to-do list that seems to multiply overnight.
So often in life, I find myself questioning what in the world God’s thinking when he tosses something my way. What made him think I would do well with this or that? Why didn’t he pick someone better, someone more qualified, someone with more free time?
Then again, looking at Mary, I don’t really have a lot in my defense. She’s one of many who point the way to following God’s will, especially when it’s different from my will.
When she said yes to Gabriel, did she wonder why she was picked? Was she thinking of the women she knew who were better suited to motherhood or more situated in life for a pregnancy?