Off to the Farmers’ Market and Whatevers

The Very Busy Coconut Man at the Farmers' Market

Good Morning, God!

I’m up early as Kit needed the alarm to wake up. YAWN! He is off to his TNT training run. On his way down the stairs he said, “Tomorrow you’ll be running, too!” He said it so cheerfully.

I just sighed. I am not yet trained well enough to be cheerful about running. But, at least, when I went down the stairs, didn’t hear from any sore muscles.  That’s a good sign, God.

Now, I’m sitting here smiling, God. Smiling because I actually feel pretty good about this “training” thing. I guess that is because I feel that I have both the time and the energy (such as it is) for a little jogging in my life.

And pleasing Kit is becoming more important. Our Time Together no longer seems infinite. Priorities seem clearer. Hmmm. Pleasing myself is emerging as a Priority, too.

Now that I am shaking off Being Responsible — not just for Work but for anything that isn’t nailed down — Life is fluffing up. Time is Decompressing. Maybe this morning, God, I will feel I have the time to wait in the line for a coconut? I can do that because I am NOT the person in charge of the 10:00 a.m. Retreat Meeting at the church. I can be late. It won’t matter. Aaaah!

I forget who said it, God, but it is so true: If Satan can’t get at us through our Vices, he will do it through our Virtues. I can trust You, God! Responsibility belongs to You  — not me. You may — if I listen — delegate a few small pieces to me. Call so-and-so. Visit X. Write Y a note. But, to hear and respond, first I have to put “my daily agenda” into Your Hands.

Let’s face it God. What I really want is for YOU to do my will. Sigh. Putting myself on the altar to be transformed (Romans 12:1-2) seems beyond my power to do — I can only offer myself — a wiggling, squiggling sacrifice.

About a moment with god

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