We really don't like our plans to be interrupted. We like to set our sights on something and push forward full steam ahead. But I wonder how many of these interruptions are God's way of protecting us in disguise.
This past weekend, my friend's husband was swimming and split his head open on a piece of metal under the dock. What a frustrating interruption to their plans for the rest of the day. Except that later she realized, he could have been knocked unconscious and slipped underwater without being noticed.
The ER visit to get 6 staples suddenly became a welcome interruption... small in comparison to what might have been.
Today, we are leaving to take Jackson to college. Though we just had his car all tuned up and serviced, a belt broke last night. The repair shop just called to inform us it will take a while to get the parts. Now it will be impossible for him to take his car to college. What a huge inconvenience. Except that I'm making the choice to see it as God protecting him from something.
A broken belt suddenly becomes a welcome interruption... small in comparison to what might have been.
Saturday night we went to watch Ashley cheer at the local 8th grade football game. As I watched her tumble around with the greatest of ease, my heart sank just a bit remembering her love for gymnastics. She had to quit last year because of a shoulder injury that simply wouldn't heal. What an incredibly sad ending to a sport in which she'd invested over 10,000 hours. Except that we are choosing to believe this is God's best plan.
A shoulder injury suddenly becomes a welcome interruption... small in comparison to what might have been.
For me, this is where faith intersects every day life.
Things I can't prove or see or logically show to someone else but are as real to me as the sun rising and setting each day.
I know it.
I feel it.
I'm encouraged by it.
I believe it.
I'm spurred on by it.
I'm propelled into a realm I can't control or seek to fully understand.
That's faith.
So, I choose to see things- all things- from the vantage point that God loves me and is always intimately involved in what happens to me. Nothing takes him by surprise. Nothing catches him off guard. Nothing is an interruption to how he thought things would be.
Nothing.
No bad thing.
No good thing.
And it's in that space of being certain of what we can not see and fully trusting what we cannot understand where faith bridges the gap from our heart to God's.
This past weekend, my friend's husband was swimming and split his head open on a piece of metal under the dock. What a frustrating interruption to their plans for the rest of the day. Except that later she realized, he could have been knocked unconscious and slipped underwater without being noticed.
The ER visit to get 6 staples suddenly became a welcome interruption... small in comparison to what might have been.
Today, we are leaving to take Jackson to college. Though we just had his car all tuned up and serviced, a belt broke last night. The repair shop just called to inform us it will take a while to get the parts. Now it will be impossible for him to take his car to college. What a huge inconvenience. Except that I'm making the choice to see it as God protecting him from something.
A broken belt suddenly becomes a welcome interruption... small in comparison to what might have been.
Saturday night we went to watch Ashley cheer at the local 8th grade football game. As I watched her tumble around with the greatest of ease, my heart sank just a bit remembering her love for gymnastics. She had to quit last year because of a shoulder injury that simply wouldn't heal. What an incredibly sad ending to a sport in which she'd invested over 10,000 hours. Except that we are choosing to believe this is God's best plan.
A shoulder injury suddenly becomes a welcome interruption... small in comparison to what might have been.
For me, this is where faith intersects every day life.
Things I can't prove or see or logically show to someone else but are as real to me as the sun rising and setting each day.
I know it.
I feel it.
I'm encouraged by it.
I believe it.
I'm spurred on by it.
I'm propelled into a realm I can't control or seek to fully understand.
That's faith.
So, I choose to see things- all things- from the vantage point that God loves me and is always intimately involved in what happens to me. Nothing takes him by surprise. Nothing catches him off guard. Nothing is an interruption to how he thought things would be.
Nothing.
No bad thing.
No good thing.
And it's in that space of being certain of what we can not see and fully trusting what we cannot understand where faith bridges the gap from our heart to God's.
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