If I had everything in order
a pair of misplaced shoes laying in the morning light would never be seen. And what a sad thought that seems to me to be.
If all was in order, there'd be no muck boots sitting by the door.
If I kept up with all of my chores there'd be no wild morning glories taking over the chair on the front porch and climbing madly up the post.
And if all were in order and I had painted the picket fence when it was time to do so, I would miss the slowly darkening wood through all of its aging stages and the final thrill most intensely felt because I had waited so very long to finally accomplish it!
If I waited till all was in order and when I was finally a more reasonable girl, there wouldn't be a new puppy tugging on my shoe strings this morning and pouncing like a panther on prey around here. And we wouldn't be laughing so much nor burying our faces in soft brown fur.
If all was in order I wouldn't still be awake too late tonight and no thinking and typing into the night time would be mine. If all was in order, I might not feel like me. :)