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.
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