Let’s talk about my precious, sweet, highly intelligent, older son. Let’s specifically talk about his trails. What trails you ask? Let me be more specific. You have seen them with your husband or kids. Those trails left behind by the ones that we dearly love. Leaving that one thing always left undone. Fold eleven towels and leave one in the dryer. Wash every dish in the sink except the silverware. Put all clothes in the hamper except that one sock. This has become a running joke in our home mostly because when we come across this random item or event, we always know “whodunit”. My older son is a master at leaving an undone trail.
It drives me crazy.
I have asked him so many times why. Why in the world would you do all of these things and work so hard and leave that one small part? Why not just finish the job? Wrap it all up in a nice tidy bow and check the complete box? He always gives me the same answer.
“I was getting there. I wasn’t done yet.”
My response is always the same back, “Son, finish one thing before you start another. It makes no sense to leave something undone when you have already taken it that far.”
Again, he says, “But I wasn’t done yet.”
The good Lord above just cleared his throat in a nice attention getting but I-am-not-going-to-mention-any-names moment and He did it just for me.
Boy, I felt that one.
How many times have we had that chat? “Lord, I am asking you why? Why is this not finished? Why is this thing still hanging around when everything else is done? Why have you put in all this work and left this one small part? Why not finish the job?
He always gives me the same answer.
“I am getting there. I am not done yet.”
It is not the end. This is not over. He is not done. So, my friend, when you see that trail left behind, when you question why trouble is still there, like a sock lingering behind the laundry already done, just hang on. It is not an excuse, it is a promise. He is not done with this yet.
