It was 7:30 Tuesday morning. I was about to leave my condo to go to work. There was a sharp rap on the door. The person on the other side of the door said, “We are here to paint the exterior of your entrance door….and by the way, your door will have to stay open for at least six hours, so someone will need to be here for the full time.”
I acknowledged that I had received notice that the door was to be painted on that day, but nothing was said that someone would need to be present for the “curing” time. I said, “I live by myself, and I work full-time. If I had known.”
Quickly, I called BV and said I would be working at home for the day. All my plans and appointments would have to be changed. I was not happy!
When all else fails, I fix a cup of tea. I did. I began to look at the day from a new perspective. I realized I had been going so intently on my self-determined schedule, that I had run off and left my soul behind. This “interruption” into MY plan served as a much-needed “two-by-four” up alongside my head: “Chuck, you need to take some time to let your soul catch up with you.” Slowly, a renewing and redemptive spirit engulfed me….and the day became more productive than if had I gone to the office and pursued my OCD plan.
Maybe I am not the only one who is racing through life so fast that one’s soul is being left behind. That rap on my front door that morning was a loud slap for me to take time to stop, rest, play, and pray. Without those moments, is it any wonder that we feel God is so distant from us? The question is: “Who moved: God or me?”
May we all support each other in taking time for our souls to catch up with us.