When she couldn't deal with the stress of the blasted Yankees in her dearest Tara, or her dearest Rhett not "giving a damn", she'd "Fiddle-Dee-Dee" it out her mid until she could handle it. Can't say I blame the girl. It is a brilliant strategy.
I'm employing it right now. This week.
Thursday I have a meeting with our YW presidency, and the rest of the stake officers, in preparation for a ward conference on Sunday. We will be visiting and ministering some individuals in that ward in small groups. Basically the purpose here is to let these particular young women know we love them and to see if there is anything we can do to bring them closer to Christ. That is a tall order.
I have an assignment connected to preparing for that meeting, as well as the teaching opportunity I will have on Sunday when we teach all the YW in this ward, but I can't get to that assignment until, at the earliest, tomorrow, or maybe Thursday morning. This delay is due to the assignments I have had yesterday and still today with my PTA job(s).
The way I figure it, everything I do can--at its roots--be boiled down to service, so it isn't like I am choosing between burning Atlanta or serving in the Confederate hospital. It is all good stuff. But it also all takes my time. Throw in a little laundry, (Oh, who am I kidding?! When is laundry ever "little"?) and dinner, and groceries, and all the regular cooking and cleaning and homemaking I am supposed to do by virtue of my position of full time wife and mother. And the time frame gets a little tense.
It will all get done. It always does. But for today, and most of the week, I am taking a 'Scarlett'. I'll think about it tomorrah!
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