I haven’t written since the dawn of time. And I’m slightly askew from it. Or I’ve been slightly askew and therefore haven’t written. Chicken or egg. Discuss amongst yourselves.
I’ve gone through this seemingly weird transition where the usual suspects in my existence have fallen off the face of the earth. That’s a slight exaggeration, but rarely have I been so grateful for being grounded in my faith. Something is astir in the universe. And I really don’t need to know what it is. I just keep on keeping on. Doing what I’ve been called to do. And learning.
Today I have learned I really don’t care for jasmine tea. It tastes like you’re drinking flowers. Flowers are to be looked at, smelled, and so forth. Not imbibed.
Back to the subject of being grounded. The other night our small group curriculum included this verse:
The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom,
and knowledge of the Holy One is understanding.
~ Proverbs 9:10 (NIV)
Read that again and mull over it a bit. It wasn’t even the main theme of the lesson, just a reference verse.
On the way home that night, I was driving down a country road near my house, in the dark, when … a large bird flew over the road in front of me. Buzzards, crows, geese, and even turkey vultures are common sights in my neighborhood. This particular bird landed in the road to the left of me, and I caught just enough of maybe a half-second glimpse before it disappeared from my headlights to figure out … it was an owl!!!
I never see owls!!! Of course maybe that would happen if I wandered around outside at night more often.
It was so completely cool!!!
Owls. Wisdom. Yeah.
And I don’t believe in coincidences.
Let’s all contemplate the deeper meaning. Until next time …