Today has been a day where the shots have called me, instead
of the other way around. I prefer the other way around. It’s tough to remain
serene when you feel so out of control.
If I thought it was tough for me today, though, that was
nothing compared to someone with a brand new baby! Watching my new
granddaughter rule the roost at her parents’ home reminds me of just how
unrelentingly demanding someone so little and cute can be. It takes patience,
endurance, strength and ... youth.
Well, it makes me wonder how God views his ‘days’. I mean,
does he see the sun rise over Scotland and think, ‘Great! I’ve got great plans
for Michele today!’ and then watch as I buzz off on a path independently, maybe
a cul de sac or even a downhill road.
Does my initial neglect of a quiet, listening time result in
a Reactive day for God as he tries to keep up with my chaotic choices? If I
were more disciplined with that daily routine of sitting in my prayer alcove
and listening, would God be left metaphorically rubbing his hands and
whispering, ‘I love it when a plan comes together!’
Would I notice a big difference at the end of the day?
I know the answer to that one. I’ve done that experiment so
many times you’d think I’d be more disciplined. Trying to digest Scripture like
fast food grabbed on the run usually results in regurgitation or indigestion.
Neither is pretty nor fun.
So, as the day draws to a close, I am pleased to note that
apart from a couple of dates with cooking full Scottish brekkies early, and a
walk in the park later, I should be able to walk through tomorrow in shalom,
assuming I start in it.
Jesus rose and went out on the hills to talk to his Father
while it was still dark. Is it really so much for me to ring-fence a half hour?
I’ll let you know tomorrow...
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