God has been cropping up in unexpected places for
me. To name a few: I've met God while doing
yard work, during a visit to the hair salon, and
while watching the sunset over the Gulf.
One: When I moved to Galveston, I really hit
the ground running. It seemed to me that I had
so very much to do. Every day I was making
lists... lists of things to do that day; lists of
things that should have already been done but
weren't; lists of things I'd already done (the
latter mostly served the purpose of giving me the
sense of satisfaction in scratching something off
a list!). One day, I was multi-tasking. I had
a load in the washing machine, while I was preparing
the night's dinner to go into the crock pot, while I
was trying to answer e-mails, just before I was
going to mow the yard. However, nothing seemed
to be going my way. I guess I hadn't hooked up
the washing machine correctly when I moved in,
because my cold load was being washed in scalding
hot water, which was also leaking down the back of
the machine and puddling on the floor. My
computer crashed and then wouldn't turn on again
(ever! It had to be rebuilt.). I didn't
have the one spice I needed for my recipe. And
when I went out to mow the lawn, I could not for the
life of me get the mower to start.
Frustrated, and now angry, I yelled out, "why isn't
anything easy!?!?!?" It was then that I
realized that the only thing that was easy... that
was going smoothly since I had moved has been
growing my relationship with David. I was
reminded that I know without question that David
loves me and is devoted to me. We are really
enjoying our time together. The growing
relationship is so much more important than a
manicured lawn or an epicurean meal. It was in
that moment of clarity that I met God. Oh yes,
I get it, God. You're also reminding me that
You are in control of things, that You love me, and
that I best not lose sight of the crucial and
life-giving nature of what it means to be in
relationship with You. Of course, you guessed
it. Upon this revelation, the lawn mower
Two: Speaking of relationships, the bond of
trust between a woman and her hairdresser is not
something to be taken lightly. I've had the
same fabulous hairdresser for ten years, and the
thought of turning over my locks to a complete
stranger days before my bridal portrait scared me.
So I made the haul back to Austin where my
hairdresser agreed to see me in the salon on her day
off. Well, she was two hours late meeting me,
and rather frazzled from her bad day of
disappointing doctors visits. And for some
reason, it took nearly six hours in the salon for my
relatively simple visit. Apparently Jeanie had
a lot to get off her mind and my set of ears were
the only ones in the salon at that late hour.
I've got to be honest with you: I was not
having a very good time. I was frustrated that
things were taking so long. But somewhere in
the process, I had a change of heart. I'm not
sure why (at least, I wasn't then). At some
point, I realized that maybe, just maybe, there was
a reason why Jeanie agreed to see me on her day off;
maybe there was some reason why it worked out that
she couldn't meet me until the salon was closed and
everyone had gone; maybe she really did
need to talk to someone and I shouldn't trivialize
it just because it wasn't a high priority on my
agenda. So, I had a change of heart and really
started to listen. I left the salon at 10pm.
The next morning, by 8am, my phone was ringing.
Jeanie's mother had just passed away.
Three: Coming home from a date night in
Houston, David and I stopped at the "Poop Deck" to
watch the sun set over the Gulf and to catch some of
the evening breezes. Sitting on the deck above
the seawall, I started to people watch. My
attention quickly focused on an apparently
intoxicated transient who had approached an
attractive woman traveling alone in her convertible.
It wasn't like she could roll up her windows and
avoid confrontation. I watched their
interaction with much interest. It appeared he
was seeking money that she did not wish to give him.
I was at first concerned for her. But I
watched as she talked with him for at least twenty
minutes, engaged in what he had to say, respecting
him, hugging him even before then finally driving
has cropped up in unexpected places for me,
reminding me again and again and again of the value
and importance of relationship. I am completed
and live through relationship with Christ. I
am filled and blessed through relationship with
family and loved ones. By being a friend to
those I know well and those I don't know at all...
even when I don't feel like it, I am able to
live out the call of Christian discipleship.
It is through relationship that we meet our Maker,
as we build the kingdom of heaven here on earth.
Grace and peace
to you as you journey.
Yours in Christ,