When the burdens of the presidency seem unusually heavy,
I always remind myself it could be worse.
I could be a mayor.
Lyndon B. Johnson
(the mayor in her office / Julie Cook / 2018)
As the satellite aide to the Mayor of Woobooville, my job requires that I often travel
between her two offices.
And since the Mayor has been under the weather, I had to travel to her Atlanta office
in order to help her with the daily runnings of Woobooville.
Top officials may be the top dogs, but they still need help, especially when not feeling 100%.
First I had to drive the Mayor to her doctor’s office for an assessment of the situation.
Like most of us when visiting our doctor, the Mayor was filled with a bit of trepidation.
Being a stickler for time…meaning that time is hers and hers alone, the idea of someone
taking too much of that time, well, things can often get ugly fast.
But then the Mayor remembered that she could actually make the best of the drive…
by taking care of other matters.
Following the appointment, it was time to run to pick up a few items for what was assessed
as a viral infection. The doctor did run some tests and sent off this and that…
so now the Mayor’s office is currently waiting for the results.
Yet like most dutiful administrators, the Mayor tries her best to multitask during those
times when she is out of pocket, commuting from one appointment to another or knows
that her most trusted aide is by her side to assist.
However not all multitasking actions are meant for public viewing.
The Mayor has a great deal on her plate and some of those items require more thought
then others.
Yet at the end of the day when all is said and done,
the Mayor knows deep down in her heart that she can always lay her head down
knowing she has given her all to her constituents of Woobooville.
In the same way, you who are younger, submit yourselves to your elders.
All of you, clothe yourselves with humility toward one another, because,
“God opposes the proud
but shows favor to the humble.”
1 Peter 5:5
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