Interruptions

 

The house has fallen quiet. I am in the prayer window, listening to an app and considering the condition of my heart.

A huge lorry grinds up the road and I recognise it as one bringing supplies to Don for the conversion in the steadings. Painstakingly, the skilled driver reverses up the drive, going gently under the overhanging tree branches. I don’t think he broke anything off. Finally, he has gone as far as he dares and stops right outside the prayer window.

Perspective broken. View truncated. I continue with the app, as plasterboard is off-loaded just a few feet away.

When life interrupts a sacred moment, it can feel jarring and brutal. But life can be jarring and brutal. I want to be on the mountaintop praising God, but building materials are needed for the work to continue. Can I embrace what interrupts, and weave it into the tapestry of today?

Yes, with God’s help.

God promised Caleb that his would be the portion of the promised land where his feet had trod when he first spied out the land with the other nine scouts. Even after forty years in the wilderness, the giants remained in the land, but Caleb, full of faith and trusting the Lord, stepped into his inheritance, strong enough and prepared to do battle if required.

Whatever today’s interruptions, whatever giants loom on the horizon, may I step into that which God has called me to do, faithful and trusting that I can do all things through him.