“Lets go make tracks” she whispers and how can one say no to a request like that?
And we wander in winters first and finest and its easy to feel breath of God on our necks, to sigh spiritual, to whisper praises.
It isn’t the big drama that gets to me. Some of that can reinvigorate me, keeps my perspective real and right.
It is the little annoyances that grate me down to the nub.
The messy kitchen, unfolded laundry, work not all done. It’s the late for school, sleep through alarm, ill-behaved children that make me feel like a failure, make me roar like a lion. It would be nice to separate the spiritual from the mundane, the regular, the ‘today’ that feels entirely too ‘physical’ to be of any ‘spiritual’ value.
But can I tell you a secret?
Its today that are making tracks in the brains of our kids, our friends. Its how we deal with the everyday frustrations that are creating the responses they will burst forth with the rest of their lives. Its how our we react and respond NOW that will define their memories of us, their description of us. It isn’t what they read in our journal someday that will define our character…it is how we love them today.
It is the true test of our maturity. How deep is your trust in Him today? How sure are you that he ordained your everyday ordinaries? How secure is your identity in Him? How deep your peace? Do they transcend and deepen the act of the everyday? Or can I still separate the two, thinking the only spiritual act is to sit with a bible and a journal?
SO today? Even as we feel frustrated at every turn, let us find hope and peace in our spirits where defeat would dwell if we were only flesh.
“We are so abominably serious, so desperately interested in our own characters, that we refuse to behave like Christians in the shallow concerns of life. Determinedly take no one seriously but God, and the first person you find you have to leave severely alone as being the greatest fraud you have ever known, is yourself”