I despaired last Tuesday of being SO late to work. The 10 minute commute shrinks more and more as I try to squeeze one last thing into my morning. I had been busy ‘visiting’ on the internet, communicating, reading around, catching up.
“Not a good witness to my friends at work,” I thought, “to be late.”
And I said I wanted to live to glorify Jesus. This is really pushing it.
The guilty, accusing thoughts kept playing over and over in my head.
“Boy, you’re just living in your flesh, sitting around, chatting, chatting, when you should be getting ready for work.”
So–I finally made it out the door and 2 minutes into my neighborhood, there is my brother walking along the street to get his mail.
We literally live only 2 minutes away from each other but our lives don’t often cross outside of church on Sundays. Sad.
And there he was. My heart had been heavy all week because I knew my sister in law was out of state caring for her father, who had passed away. My brother had been bacheloring for 3 weeks. He looked haggard. And he was, working 12 hour days 7 days a week because his contracting work had finally picked up.
I was so warmed by being able to reach through my car window and squeeze his hand and say an “I love you.” Just to touch him in person….I meant so much to me.
I thought, “Father, my life and schedule really ARE in your hands.”
And then, “God, how like you to give us the gift of your grace when we least think we deserve it.”
I smiled all the way to work.
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