Blink. Blink. That little cursor keeps blinking away on my screen, my visual cue that it’s time to write something. Here I am, still struggling with writer’s block.
Write about my day? Well, let’s see. Working backwards I have:
– Been beaten by a four year old at air hockey. I’d like to say I let him win, but that would only be partially true. A lesson in humility?
-Spent half my afternoon driving around town trying to find a place that sells a newspaper that has actual coupon inserts in it. I may just stick with my own brand of simplicity and frugality instead of subscribing to plans that work for others; it would certainly have saved me some frustration today. Sometimes frugality and simplicity are at odds with each other.
-Learned the sad, sad news that Panera Bread has discontinued my favorite sandwich. No more Portobello and Mozzarella Panini. Farewell, tasty goodness. (No, there’s no profound lesson here, move along.)
-Had a great, if somewhat confusing morning at church. Excellent speaker, excellent worship…but I am faced with the dilemma of trying to figure out when it is God prompting me to do something or if my over-active imagination has suddenly taken charge. I don’t know if I’ll ever know the answer or the point, but I know that it feels a lot better to just go ahead and do what I feel prompted to do than to stand there arguing with myself (or perhaps arguing with God).
So there you have it. My day. Sublime, mundane, God-touched, ordinary. In a way that’s what I think I love about life; God weaving himself into my days so seamlessly that even in the most ordinary moments, even when my four year old is creaming me at air hockey God is present. Not just a church God, not just a God of the BIG moments, but God of the small moments too.