A car flashed past the window where I sat working on my
laptop.
‘Somebody’s here!’ I called out to Don, upstairs, hoping he
would pop down and handle the interruption.
No sound of movement.
The doorbell rang twice, loud and insistent. I sighed.
‘Hello,’ Oleksi greeted me. A new neighbour who has moved in
to the area. ‘Is it a good time for me to strim the grass round the side?’
‘Oh, yes,’ I enthused, suddenly grateful for the
interruption from this very kind and generous new friend. The grass is as high
as an elephant’s thigh, and I long to see it trimmed and neat.
Then Don appeared and out they went to discuss. Soon the
sound of a strimmer buzzed loud; joyfully, I sat back down at the laptop.
Lord, how often do I miss your blessings, sidestepping
interruptions which are actually gifts sent from you? Forgive me for being so
myopic, so focused on my own self-importance and feelings that the to-do list
is long and demanding that I miss the gentle interruptions which come with
grace and blessing.
May you bless anyone who brings God-ordained interruptions
to me today. May I greet those interruptions with expectation and joy, curious
to see what you have for me. And may I have the gift of discernment to
recognise when an interruption is nothing more than a distraction. I know that
not every interruption is from you.
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