Ugh! Writer’s block. Or avoidance. Or something.
In my defense, after a crazy week of vacation bible school I made the big mistake about a week ago of spending several hours outside in the pollen. I should have known better. I’ve been off kilter ever since.
I tried medicating Sunday morning with Panera hazelnut coffee. I had the same thought I did a few days prior while sipping on some green chai tea I made at home …
“Yum. Tastes like Christmas”.
Green chai tea. You may have turned into a food Nazi if … you drink green chai tea with honey. I don’t think it was organic or even local, though. (Sacrilege!) And you may be longing for the death of pollen-producing plants if you’re thinking about Christmas in June.
I’m in a season of waiting and practicing patience, that’s for sure. Learning to let God lead, even in the details. Letting him push that thorn a little deeper in my side until I say, “Okay, fine. Can I at least have another Sudoku to keep me occupied in the meantime?”
My brain just doesn’t shut off on its own. It takes a conscious decision. And in those moments he often speaks to me. Reminding. Reassuring. Revealing. Doing wacky things like inspiring me to read the entire book of Micah in one sitting. I give it two thumbs up. You should check it out. It’s actually a quick read. Good prophetic stuff. And the inspiration for my favorite Audio A song – for which you have to read to the end. J
I’ve been paying more attention just lately to God throwing random things in my path throughout each day. There’s my plan and there’s God’s plan. I think we know whose is better and whose doesn’t really matter in the end. So everything from who I encounter – strangers, acquaintances, large numbers of fourth graders – to random texts I get to plans I’d like to make. Throw me a roadblock or throw me a bone, I don’t know.
A lot of my habits are in pretty good shape at the moment. Exercise, healthy eating, daily devotions. Always a work in progress, but I’m in a good place.
I mean, it’s not like I don’t have goals and to do lists. Please. I help people for a living. And I’m always flattered when people share with me that I inspire them. (I have bills just like everyone, but that right there is better than a paycheck.)
So while I continue to hang out on the treadmill and/or yoga ball … I’ll keep on keeping my ear to the ground … well heaven really …
What’s he telling you? Is it time for a change? Is it time?