Shucks, I Still Haven't Conquered the World.

Do you ever get the irrational idea that if you just had a day to yourself, you could clear a year's worth of projects off your mental or physical to do list? Well, I get that idea and today I proved once again that it doesn't work. My husband took the day off work to drive to Columbus to see Mike Huckabee. Yes, he is that into politics. And he took our children with him. So, what can one mom accomplish on a rare day home alone?

I always seem to think I should be able to "do it all" -- scrub the entire house from top to bottom, bake, reorganize, read, and research hundreds of new people in my genealogy database. Well, I did accomplish a few tasks, like two loads of laundry and taking the recycling over to the dumpster. And I finished the rough draft of our tax return. After a quick tidy, I spent the afternoon working on my conversion story. And before I knew it, hubby and kiddos were back. Oh, it's not that I didn't miss them! But I had forgotten how long it takes to write an epic like a life-long story of conversion when one is 40 years old! I'm up to about 1994 right now. I'm seeing once again that the actual process of being convinced of the doctrinal truth of Catholicism, as huge as that was, was really the simplest part of my whole conversion story. There is just so much that holds us back from Christ that is so much more complicated than doctrine. What is difficult is all the work, all the pain that is necessary to endure before one is willing to give the truth a hearing. Truth, when heard, seems to do its work very quickly and effectively.

So, that was my day. One little grain of sand laid in the grand sandcastle of life!