. . . of my ability to manage paperwork.
Not kidding. Not being cute or flippant. Totally mean it, have totally prayed for it, and promised God that if He came through, I would not forget where my help came from nor fail to give credit.
Because yeah, it’s that desperate. I am no star pupil in the housekeeping department, but the other kinds of messes I can more or less manage, if only spasmodically. Papers have me stumped. Totally blown away.
And yes, I am an accountant. I love love accounting theory. Give me some sordid out-of-balance problem, and I am all over it like a little financial P.I. Tell my you need xyz report from some bizarre, disobedient accounting software, and I will find a way to give you your data. I even — sit down for this — *enjoy* doing my taxes. In fact my tax file looks pretty good.
–> It’s all the other papers that are killing me.
So anyway, that’s what I’m praying for these days. And working on from my end. So far God has helped me move a few little rolling-hills at the foot of the mountain, which I take to be a good start. But I had to post here as part of the bargain. So that if one day I’m this super amazing organized lady with beautiful files and a shiny desk-top, you can remind me that it was through no talent of my own that I got to be that way.