Maestro

I spend so much of my time behind my eyes, conversing with myself, or is it God's Spirit who whispers thought to me? As I step away from my work which has keep my thoughts orderly and channeled for the past two hours, my focus dissolves and I wonder into the chaos that surrounds me. Thoughts are now muddled by the children's' emotional volley between laughter and happiness to argument and crying. All that we need to accomplish today batters my mind and sends the clarity I had honed fleeing. I stretch my mind to try to capture the thoughts before they escape but 'tis little avail. I stop what I am doing, and come to my journal, where I can imprison the thoughts my mind managed to shackle.
God has placed me here in these circumstances because He is my maestro. Since the dawn of time, our God has brought order to chaos. Every note orchestrated into the great symphony of creation. I know it is my sloth and selfishness that creates this chaos around me. And, it is God working out my salvation that will order it into a glorious composition.
But, there is another conductor that craves the artist in me. And sometimes, my ears are distracted from the joyous melody that surrounds me. The shame of the areas of my life in which I feel I am failing causes me to miss a beat or play the wrong note. But I am reminded by music in front of me and the rest of the symphony that plays with me to keep my attention on the maestro. No one plays a piece perfectly the first time they try. You do not fail until you put your instrument down.