It’s a fanciful fairytale castle – maybe the kind from which
Rapunzel escaped. Don bought it before I met him so it’s been in our home now
for nearly half a century! The bar holding the door snapped years ago and
languishes in the pile of things needing fixed, so the invitation is always
there: come in.
Volodomyr came in for a coffee this morning after seeing his
kids off on the Crathes school transport. We spoke of important things and
unimportant things. We shared hopes and fears and moments. We laughed. We were
sad.
My To-Do list sat at my new workstation as I indulged the
To-Be call.
Mary has made the better choice, Jesus told Martha as she
begged him to intervene and tell her sister to get up and do things to help.
Better to sit at my feet, he said.
Today may I make the better choice. May my door always
resemble the door to the castle, open and, hopefully, inviting. May God take
care of the things on the To-Do list which then just don’t get done.
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