Squirrel! Dealing with Distractions.

The last few blog posts have been long. I was talking with my cousin Annie she said, “It’s like  underwear, sometimes you need it long and sometimes you need briefs. I’ll try to be brief.

I had intended to blog yesterday, but no matter what I did I was distracted. My “blogging day” encountered a real switch-a-roo and I never wrote. I didn’t even begin. I never touched the laptop until ten at night. My whole day was flipped.

It made me think of my recent visit to my sister and brother-in-law’s new condo in Missouri at Osage Beach over Labor Day weekend.  I traveled with my sisters, brother-in-law and parents. It was a blast!

I loved their condo’s setting. Delighted for them, I stepped onto their deck and saw the view of the lake. It was breathtaking! I hadn’t been there more than twenty minutes when I looked down and saw a hammock. It called my name. Rachel come rest in me, stretch out and just relax! The car ride was long, so I welcomed the invitation and was much obliged.

The hammock was freestanding on a metal base. IMG_5187

The moment I began to position my body on it, I did a complete inversion. I suddenly flipped like a pancake. I was on the top for a split second and on the ground the next. Wack! What in the heck just happened?  I remember the sound of my head as it hit the metal base. I brushed the dirt off my leggings, stood up and righted the hammock. Am I woozy? Am I bleeding?

It all happened so fast I don’t really remember much else about that spin.  I do know my sister Barb heard the sound and said, “Rache? Are you okay?”

While I rubbed my head I whined, “Nooooo! Man, I just walloped my head.” She came to my aid with some ice.

I did lie down in the hammock for a while. I was not as relaxed as I had first envisioned. Instead, I lay wincing with the ice pack Barb had provided pressed against my noggin.  Boy, oh boy! I had quite a humdinger of a lump for the weekend. The point is— in one second everything had flipped.

That’s exactly what happened with my Thursday. It did a complete rapid flip and I was distracted from blogging all day. I kept saying, “I need to write today!” I’m just not sure what I want to write about. Rather than write, I did multiple tasks.

All the distractions were good things and most needed to be done. My “blogging day” suddenly became,”run errands, hike with a pal, hang out with my husband, fold laundry, chat with a friend, chase down details for speaking engagements, attend a meeting, respond to emails and go to bed day.”

The day was a conglomerate of distractions. Does this happen to you? I think God is better at planning my days than I am. I had a really great day yesterday. Today I have something to write about.


I find it’s hilarious, even now as I write this blog post about distractions, there are so many squirrels chasing each other through the canopy of trees in my backyard distracting me!

I feel compelled to look up as branches sway due to their frolicking. The squirrels are eating nuts up so high in the trees. The discarded pieces are flying out and strike the ground. It makes a sound like rain. There’s a lot of chirping and I’m completely distracted as I write about being distracted. Ironically, I titled this post,  “Squirrel! Dealing with Distractions” before I began to write. ( Is that prophetic?)


I see in the gospels, Jesus was never hurried and always dealt with distractions. The distractions and interruptions were his ministry moments. He continued to interact with the people along the way.  Zacchaeus up in a tree, the women who, in faith,  touched the hem of his garment to be healed, the two guys on the road to Emmaus and the little children who gathered around him. To name a few. I’m so relational. I’ll take people over tasks hands down. I want to be available aong the way even when it means I don’t complete posts on the day I first intended.

A few moments ago a squirrel jumped right up onto a bench, scampered away startled when I said,”Well, hello there!”



This photo was taken the day after the switch-a-roo FLIP! * Thanks Joyce Hansen

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