Write-Overs

"I love a sunburnt country." by Linda/newkidontheblock on flickr CC BY 2.0

Their deeds amount to nothing;
    their images are but wind and confusion.

Isaiah 41:29

Sometimes my days are so full that they seem like a page with a thousand write-overs.  As soon as I work on one thing, another pops up for my attention.  Thing One is put aside because Thing Two is more important at that time.  Before I know it, I have pockets of Things...all undone.  Surely this is not just me.