Sunday, September 14, 6:54 AM. I am headed to church. I need to hang the Joy Fellowship Posters, finish and distribute the Moldova mission trip prayer cards, and get beverage napkins for the first time guest class before first Sunday School. Even with these hiccups in my regular schedule I am impressed with how routine my day feels. Sister Carol had her first graduate class in Tampa yesterday, Friends Brenda And Scott are just about to set foot on Vietnamese soil and meet their new baby boy, my 70-ish next door neighbor is home alone because her husband is in the hospital - again. And then there is Ike...and thousands of people waking up to no electricity or water.
So, this moment for me is quiet and yet it is still LIFE. Is any moment of life unremarkable just because it is not extreme? We speak (too often) of how fast time flies by. Aren't all moments remarkable?
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