Sometimes God hits you with a deer in the car door. Sometimes he hits you with the pavement.
As I write this, I am arranged carefully on a variety of ice packs. I’ve been experiencing issues mastering the art of walking.
So whatever it was I started writing about yesterday … whatever point I was trying to make … I don’t really remember. It’s a good thing I got a decent workout in yesterday, because today is a day off for sure. And who really needs a soapbox anyway.
I did have a thing on my agenda today requiring manual labor. No excuses … I did it anyway. Against my better judgment. I think I survived relatively unscathed. Yay, another item off my to do list. Onward to more secret elfin magic missions. But first more rest & ice & all that good stuff.
So God has been whispering this phrase to me for a couple of weeks. As is my custom, I have been in denial and telling him he’s wrong and must be joking. And then today it hit me. (Ha!) I guess that even if I decide to acknowledge this particular little revelation as true, I’m not really sure what to do about it. I guess I could ask. (!!!) Hello. Duh.
For as much as some people seem to think I’m a super-genius or full of inspirationalness or something, I would be wise to heed my own advice at times.
I don’t come up with inspiration and wisdom by ignoring what God and people are saying. I don’t keep calm and carry on just by conjuring it up myself. Everything is connected, and I don’t believe in coincidence.
So I’m just gonna breathe here for a minute. And stop worrying about being right or making a point or explaining anything. I’ll just go back to listening …