Nearly enough for a country song
Another tiring day of doctors visits, dentist referrals, broken car garage visits, auto insurance payments, sorting out the stolen, hacked VISA card, (oh right, I didn't mention that last week had I?) and so on.
As I reported in church, if I had a dog it would have died this week too. But then I'd at least have a country song.
The things of life I suppose they would be called. I just seem to have them all scheduled for the same week.
Tomorrow we get back to work and perhaps a bit of sanity.
Perhaps.
As I reported in church, if I had a dog it would have died this week too. But then I'd at least have a country song.
The things of life I suppose they would be called. I just seem to have them all scheduled for the same week.
Tomorrow we get back to work and perhaps a bit of sanity.
Perhaps.
The day that wasn't
Well the day was suppose to go like this;
1. Wake up and eat breakfast.
2. Head over to the office to do three hours more of work for tomorrow. (I'm teaching, preaching, and leading worship tomorrow. At least I'm not in charge of coffee.)
3. Head into Edmonton with twenty other adults and young people and make supper for the MustardSeed clients.
4. Return home after a full day of work, adjust my clock for the time change tonight, and sleep peacefully.
How the day has gone so far:
1. Wake up and get a call from Lauralea that her car has died on the highway.
2. Head over to where she is to get car started. Failed at that.
3. Got her to her meeting.
4. Went home to try and try reaching a friend who is a good mechanic.
5. Ate breakfast.
6. Finally decided I needed to cancel my participation with the Mustard Seed fun today.
7. Met the mechanic and went back out to the car again.
8. Probably something with the keys/electronic system. Need a dealership.
9. Call around and find a soul who has a trailer large enough to carry the car to a dealership in town.
10. Meet the good soul named MATT NELSON at the car and push it up onto the trailer.
11. He took it to town and I headed home with Micah.
12. Headed off to office to do three hours work for tomorrow.
13. May not sleep deeply well because the rates at a dealership shop can range from $4000 to $8 million an hour.
14. At least its nice out... just when I'm in the office.
1. Wake up and eat breakfast.
2. Head over to the office to do three hours more of work for tomorrow. (I'm teaching, preaching, and leading worship tomorrow. At least I'm not in charge of coffee.)
3. Head into Edmonton with twenty other adults and young people and make supper for the MustardSeed clients.
4. Return home after a full day of work, adjust my clock for the time change tonight, and sleep peacefully.
How the day has gone so far:
1. Wake up and get a call from Lauralea that her car has died on the highway.
2. Head over to where she is to get car started. Failed at that.
3. Got her to her meeting.
4. Went home to try and try reaching a friend who is a good mechanic.
5. Ate breakfast.
6. Finally decided I needed to cancel my participation with the Mustard Seed fun today.
7. Met the mechanic and went back out to the car again.
8. Probably something with the keys/electronic system. Need a dealership.
9. Call around and find a soul who has a trailer large enough to carry the car to a dealership in town.
10. Meet the good soul named MATT NELSON at the car and push it up onto the trailer.
11. He took it to town and I headed home with Micah.
12. Headed off to office to do three hours work for tomorrow.
13. May not sleep deeply well because the rates at a dealership shop can range from $4000 to $8 million an hour.
14. At least its nice out... just when I'm in the office.
Been waiting long have you?
The sun is streaming through my office window today and what yesterday was a full blown, storming dump of snow, is now a blazing plane of melting whiteness. The breeze through the small opening of the window reminds me that in spite of the dump of snow, it is March, and March promises Spring. Maybe.
It feels a bit like spring inside too. Inside my spirit. Change is stirring about and fresh things are on the way. It feels like that in there these days. But even in there, down in my spirit, it looks like there is still snow piled all around, but the promise of more is everywhere.
The promise.
Yes it is March and spring has it's promises, but it's still difficult to live with piles of snow laying around. Snow that is slippery and cold and can be nasty to manage.
Same with the heart's promises. Living with piles of wet, cold, and slippery inside your heart while the promise of warmth, dry and solid foundations are in the air doesn't make them arrive immediately. You still have to wait for the fulfillment of the promise, and in that waiting you are made and formed.
Waiting isn't any fun, just ask any child waiting for Christmas morning, but it is one of those parts of life that you grow and develop. The ability to delay gratification I think the thick books call it.
Waiting on God is like that too. People in the Bible used to wait on God a lot, especially David. He was forever waiting on the Lord. And we today think waiting is not necessary. It's certainly frowned upon whether its a line at the bank or getting our supper from a fast food place. Waiting is seen as a waste.
But what if David was right and that there is value in waiting on the Lord? That perhaps things happen there in that waiting that is life. Maybe things are heard or done inside of us as we wait that would never happen if we never waited?
So here I am, waiting for things to shift and change in my spirit like it feels is going to happen. Changes are coming here, and so for now, I am waiting. Waiting on God I guess.
And while I am waiting, I'm praying for the shifting and changing to be gracious and cause little damage and be tended to by God. I want what comes to be of His doing at His initiative and His prompting.
Yeah, a great many things are up in the air it feels like right now.
But before I start to mix my metaphors, I better quit. The youth are due here any moment.
If you are waiting on something these days let me encourage you, be patient and wait well.
It feels a bit like spring inside too. Inside my spirit. Change is stirring about and fresh things are on the way. It feels like that in there these days. But even in there, down in my spirit, it looks like there is still snow piled all around, but the promise of more is everywhere.
The promise.
Yes it is March and spring has it's promises, but it's still difficult to live with piles of snow laying around. Snow that is slippery and cold and can be nasty to manage.
Same with the heart's promises. Living with piles of wet, cold, and slippery inside your heart while the promise of warmth, dry and solid foundations are in the air doesn't make them arrive immediately. You still have to wait for the fulfillment of the promise, and in that waiting you are made and formed.
Waiting isn't any fun, just ask any child waiting for Christmas morning, but it is one of those parts of life that you grow and develop. The ability to delay gratification I think the thick books call it.
Waiting on God is like that too. People in the Bible used to wait on God a lot, especially David. He was forever waiting on the Lord. And we today think waiting is not necessary. It's certainly frowned upon whether its a line at the bank or getting our supper from a fast food place. Waiting is seen as a waste.
But what if David was right and that there is value in waiting on the Lord? That perhaps things happen there in that waiting that is life. Maybe things are heard or done inside of us as we wait that would never happen if we never waited?
So here I am, waiting for things to shift and change in my spirit like it feels is going to happen. Changes are coming here, and so for now, I am waiting. Waiting on God I guess.
And while I am waiting, I'm praying for the shifting and changing to be gracious and cause little damage and be tended to by God. I want what comes to be of His doing at His initiative and His prompting.
Yeah, a great many things are up in the air it feels like right now.
But before I start to mix my metaphors, I better quit. The youth are due here any moment.
If you are waiting on something these days let me encourage you, be patient and wait well.
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