Man, I have a lot of work to do. I can't seem to get caught up with cleaning, organizing, emails, phone calls, the list goes on and on and on... and on. The clothesline represents chores. If you make a list of all the things you are "supposed" to do every day, there are simply not enough hours available. Not to mention all the "other" things that are what I actually want to be doing. There are too many things I want to do and too many things I know I need to do not to keep trying, be organized, and put all my energy into getting it all done.
"Lovest thou me?... Feed my sheep." I was asked to bear my testimony on missionary work in church a couple weeks ago. I was a total blank. I had to think really hard to come up with two to three minutes worth. I went with going back in time to review all the missionaries, of all kinds and callings, who brought the gospel to my ancestors. Not only did it give me warm, fuzzy appreciation for these people, it was also a good awakening to define what, when, and where missionary work takes place. I am better than I thought, and totally capable of doing more. "Arise and gird up your loins, take up your cross, follow me, and feed my sheep" D&C 112:14.