I’ve been trying to embrace interruptions as a beautiful part of each day. If I believe that each day is ordained for good things to happen to me and through me (which I do), then I also must accept interruptions as the potential to be more than inconveniences and derailments.
In the last week there have been plenty of interruptions to what could have been excellently executed days. I’m not surprised, given my attention to reframing the way I see intrusions to my day. Some of the interruptions have been major eruptions that never even blipped caution on the radar of potential disruption. Suddenly things sent haywire.
Life is like this sometimes.
I’m well trained when it comes to chaos happening around me. This is part of the aftermath of adopting older children from foster care. You learn to batten down the hatches and claim peace and joy. These things are cultivated within my soul, which means catastrophes can not swipe them.
This is easier to believe on some days than others.
One of the things I’m training Luna is “Look!” When I say, “Look,” I expect her eyes on me. We practice it all of the time, because I want it to be dependable. It doesn’t matter if a skateboard speeds past or a flock of geese fly overhead, when I say, “Look!” I want her eyes to snap to me.
I think this is true for faith, too. It doesn’t matter what chaos is ensuing around me, God wants my eyes to snap to Him and trust a bigger story.
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