Running late....

Monday morning I was not thrilled that my son was running a little late. I was less thrilled that the bus came early which meant I had to drive him to school. Cranky mommy.

Getting on with my morning chores and errands was further delayed by the traffic which accompanies student drop off time. I waited pretty patiently for a young woman to turn towards me so I could take her place on the busy street and wait my turn to merge. Just as she was turning towards me I caught a glimpse of a boy speeding on his bike about to cross in front of me. I could see the other driver was not looking his way. In the split second it took for him to jump the curb and get to her front bumper I had time to only mutter a prayer and honk. Thank God she stopped immediately at the sound and the boy was able to swerve around her car instead of being hit and flying over her hood.

Next time you are running late and feeling frazzled take a breath and consider the possibility that your tardiness may be serving a higher purpose. Oh, and make sure your kids wear their helmets.

Making chores fun...

Today we faced the dreaded task of doing a thorough weekly cleaning and preparing for a trip out of town. This tends to make me cranky and like many mothers I pass my crankiness on to the children. Well after a snappy morning I prayed for inspiration and afterwards I was bound and determined to make our chores fun.

The result? I dressed up as "the clean room fairy" and announced that the children's mother had left the premises and invited me to help them get the house organized and pack. The hours that followed were pleasant and dare I say...fun.

Life sometimes calls us to be someone we don't feel like being... someone who likes cleaning, someone who can squeeze an extra hour into an already packed day to make dinner for a sick co-worker or someone who can make it through a day without judging others. Next time you feel that way pray for your own inspiration and the Lord will show you a new way to be human.

flying lessons

While walking in the woods at our neighborhood dog park I noticed that the birds were chirping particularly loud that day. Actually it was more like a frantic cry and I commented on the fact to my Australian Shepherd. He ignored my observation and ran ahead into the trees where I lost sight of him. I soon learned his location when he began barking deeply and urgently which is rare for him. I found him, nose to the ground, his barking increasing in urgency and his eyes darting, looking to see if I was joining him. There just out of reach of his clumsy paws was a baby bird, uninjured, attempting to fly. It got as high as my dog's head and then flittered back down. At this point the birds in the trees were no longer satisfied with making a racket and had begun dive bombing my pet who I convinced to leave the scene.

We had interrupted a flying lesson. The thought occurs to me that we are often like that little bird doing a great job in our life flying lessons with God as our teacher. But then there are interruptions. Some interruptions are as innocent as my puppy, others are more threatening, and all the while God, like that family of birds, is there calling to us, encouraging us and warding away evil until we are ready to rejoin him.

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Daily musing:

In Sunday school I mentioned the bishop while describing chrism oil. One of my first grade students exclaimed "like the bishop in chess!" "Yes" I agreed and then posed the question "Why do you think the bishop is so close to the king and queen in chess?" He said "because the bishop is their servant." "Ah" I answered "and of God too"! We pondered this theology of chess for a while before moving on.

Who is closest to you and is he/she part of God's plan for you? We would love to read your thoughts in our forum or better yet in an essay, poetry, devotion or short story submission.

Peace,

Julie