Life At The Well

With apologies to Kris Kristofferson the overcast skies and cool temps this morning made me think out loud that this "looks like a Monday." Actually, this Monday is different than recent others, because for the first time in memory I don't enter Monday with every minute of the week already scheduled. I felt a bit ashamed that so quickly after beginning a blog I abandoned it. The dynamics at work in my life lately have been so varied and so intense that I didn't feel like I could spare any energy on this activity.

If that were the end, that would be nothing new -- another blogger-wannabe falling by the roadside. But the battle for my schedule was carried out on more fields than the blogosphere. I am reminded that a big part of transformation is discerning what is best in the face of many things that could be good. To choose wrongly is to invite frustration and even despair. To err in discerning where God is inviting you is to open the door to feelings of being trapped, as if life is some cruel, cosmic puppet theatre ... and you almost feel the strings making your arms and legs jump uncontrollably.

I know the the way to the exit -- it is through silence and solitude and seeking Him. yet I am hindered by the seemingly huge outlay of time and mental energy that is required to even choose what must be jettisoned to make space in my life to hear God. Like a gerbil on a exercise wheel, when I try to stop the spinning I gt flipped upside down and thrown into the sawdust.

So this morning I thank God for a break to catch my breath. To feel like I can listen for a minute, so that I don't race off into another maelstrom. Today i find cause for worship in jesus' amazing ability to balance humanity and divinity -- the physical and spiritual. Not dualistically, but even as they enmeshed in His life. Present in every moment, content to walk away when necessary, yet all without overloading any future moments. Much to learn, have I.

Peace.