I make lists and then avoid them. They stress me out. Lists make my stomach hurt. I will find anything else more "important" to do than what is on my list. I sometimes feel that lists were invented by the devil (same as my feelings about Algebra). I can't even say the "o" word (organize) without a pang that makes we wince (ow). Reading Doctrine and Covenants 109:8 (organize, order) gives me a stomachache (Dana has seen this phenomenon).
With that said, I am reading "The Beginning of Better Days: Divine Instruction to Women From the Prophet Joseph Smith," and on page 19 Sis. Pearce mentions that a particular teaching got her thinking about the to-do lists (pang) that we carry with us (not me!). But what followed was her personal insight she received from studying the minutes kept by Eliza R. Snow (who was the RS secretary, I believe, at these meetings): she can be more prayerful in her list making.
~*Epiphany!*~
I have a testimony that I, of myself, am nothing, and when I allow the Lord to help me, things happen. I know this.
President Henry B. Eyering said (and sis Pearce quotes), " The promise to you and me in the last days is that after seeking God and serving his children with unwearyingness, we will come to know his will. The promise is not just that I will have the power to do what's on my list of tasks but that I will know what to put there. On those occasions when I have known what should be there, I've found myself glancing at the list as a source of joy, not anxiety."
These people were put here on this earth at this time just for me. I know it!
So, I shall bravely stand before a piece of paper, and with shaking hand, ask Heavenly Father what to put on.....on my.....l...li....lissss...list
