These days, it seems that I am called on to be “Instant in season,” more than ever.
God never lets me get into a rut, it seems.
A case in point is the other evening. We were out taking of care of some important errands when we noticed a couple of young men from the military heading for a Panda restaurant.
They paused momentarily, obviously checking their financial resources. We parked quickly and ran inside, but could only see one of them. He was hesitating at the counter. Perhaps his friend was the one with the money.
You see, while we were still in the car, God spoke to both Randy and I to cover their meal. They were extremely grateful and asked if they could sit with us. We hadn’t expected that, but when all was said and done, they went away filled with encouragement and knowing that they were appreciated. Such a marvelous opportunity God provided.
We said our goodbyes. Still wide-eyed, one of them kept shaking his head and said over and over, “ I can’t believe it, there ought to be more people like you guys…. there ought to be more people like you guys – real patriots….!”
They couldn’t believe someone would step up just when they needed it. Tired and hungry, they still had quite a drive before they reached their homes. It took a minute for them to understand. We had let them know that our time and money were God’s.
Was that effort convenient for us? Not really, but we managed to deal with the urgent errands while the others were resolved later that evening and scheduled for the next day. It took some doing, but God helped us work it out.
The next day, I was in a hurry. Of course I was. A prospective student had called for a meeting and I was ecstatic! Three students for the new dental assisting session had just withdrawn, and I was facing canceling the class. God was sending replacements!
As I zipped around gathering textbooks, curriculum and so on, I slipped in a puddle, courtesy of a new puppy we are (inadvertently) fostering. That is another story, but that little interruption cost me 15 minutes.
Back to work. My stomach rumbled fiercely, so with information tripping off my printer, I dashed to the kitchen to grab some food. Popping the coffee and the oatmeal containers back onto the highest shelf of my cupboard, I noticed that they teetered a bit.
Oh NO! Jumping up in the air like an all-star basketball player, I pushed the coffee can back into the cupboard. Score!
Oops! That “push” was apparently just a little too hard! The coffee can rebounded and toppled the oatmeal container. Both flew out at me with a vengeance! With a little aid from my fan, ground coffee and oatmeal filled the air settling all on the shelves, the counter, in cracks, inside my dishwasher and all over the floor.
In my efforts to “save” the falling food, the eggs that had been sitting on the counter also became a part of the war zone casualties! This was horrible!
When I finished flailing about, I couldn’t believe the mess! Just then, the puppy ran in and decided to add to it.
Did I say I was in a hurry? Yes, and I still was.
God give me Grace! Should I just leave it and clean it up later or what? Time was not on my side. I felt like calling off my appointment!
Lisa Bevere once told a story about her heavy conference schedule and a crazy morning at home. Somehow a box of Cheerios managed to topple from the top of her fridge and landed all over the kitchen floor. That was the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back for her that day. She shrieked, began crying, put her pajamas back on, went upstairs to bed, and cancelled the conference. It was one more thing she just couldn’t handle.
Similar emotions swept over me for a moment. Nothing, but nothing has been easy lately!
I thank God for His precious Holy Spirit.
“Go ahead, clean it up” was all I heard.
Honestly, I didn’t even know where the vacuum or the broom were at that moment. Eyes closed, I scooped up the soiled pup, breathed in God’s presence and regained my peace. Of course, I now had to change my clothes too.
The phone rang as I started my search for the vacuum. My student was apologizing that she was going to be 30 minutes late. There was my reprieve.
No, I never seem to be allowed to get into a rut. Often, I have longed to have a life where things can be “regular” or “scheduled”. Working from home while raising five kids, dealing with home schooling, and being available for whatever God brought my way, worked together to train me up for variety and change.
To a degree, there are some things I can count on to be repetitive, but generally, God has seasoned me to be alert for whatever. It comes in handy for all those “unplanned interruptions”.
Where others fall apart, I find that I am a little more hardened to difficulty. While I am not saying it’s easy, I am saying that I am able to stay the course.
All in all, it’s with His Peace and in His Strength I can function.
So how do I roll?
With His Might that gives me inflexibility to temptation!