Good Morning, God!
There are days when locking my car keys in my car would have been a disaster! But, thank You, God, yesterday wasn’t one of them.
I was at my women’s prayer group at church. And it was just my car keys I’d locked up, not my purse or cell phone. So after calling Kit (not home yet), I called AAA and wandered into the church thrift shop, spent $4, chatted, and then sat down near this tree — to wait. To wait peacefully!
I played solitaire on my iPhone, took photos, and talked on the phone. In a little over an hour, AAA arrived.
There was still time to go to the gym, shop at Longs, and visit my Mom before coming home for lunch. How good it is, God, to go at a slower pace. I’m even doing better at eating slower.
I guess, God, that Superman — Faster than a Speeding Bullet, Leaps Tall Buildings in a Single Bound — influenced me more than I realized. We are all prisoners of culture, God. Chained with invisible expectations and unseen aspirations.
Years ago while setting up the software specifications for a library circulation module, I had to fill out a matrix. It was a complex list of yeses and noes for each category of borrower and loan period. That is as close as I can come to “visualizing” what our inner invisible “programming” might be like. There must be thousands of options . . . millions?
My first thought was that I sure would like to be able to edit them!
But, on further thought I realized that if You gave me that gift I could — very quickly — make a real muck of things. Sigh. So, I guess, changing will just have to be done the old, slow, hard way. Just as well, God. Just as well.