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Off-Track

Have you ever been on a course throughout your day and one unexpected event hijacked your thinking and got you completely off-track?   My personality is to plan out my day, my route of errands, and the time frame to accomplish what is on my mental list.  A few days ago I left work knowing I was meeting my family at Best Buy, taking my son to his piano lesson, meeting back up with my husband and other son at Chik-Fil-A (for a 30 minute meal), getting a to-go order to take to my son for after his lesson, then heading to church.  I made it through my list to Chik-Fil-A, and upon entering, noticed that an employee was hosting BINGO for a local retirement community and the other guests.  Jonathan was already playing, so I got a card and began playing BINGO while slurping (!) my soup.  After a couple of rounds, I got 4 corners and jumped up hollering, “BINGO!”  I won a free chicken sandwich, of which Jonathan promptly took advantage!   When I looked at my watch, I realized it was time to get Marcus from his lesson, so Jon and I took off to get him.  I was almost back to the piano teacher’s house when I remembered that I didn’t order his food.  Do I go back . . . do I keep going . . . I went on because he might be standing outside waiting.  Only, he wasn’t . . . his teacher is wonderful to give him extra time, so she kept him quite a while longer than usual.  So, once we left, there was a limited time to go through another drive-thru and get to church.  This time limit was something I had placed on myself . . . I was still going to be quite early to church and didn’t have to meet with anyone in particular.  We went through another unnamed drive-thru (taco-chicken) and waited over 20 minutes before we got the order . . . I was stressing about time.

In reflecting on where I got “off-track,” I would have to say it was the unexpected BINGO game.  But, it was so fun!  So, where did I get frustrated . . . that would have to be when I realized I didn’t get Marcus’ food.  That frustration affected my attitude while waiting for his lesson to be over, while following slow traffic to another drive-thru, while impatiently waiting in a long line for his food and upon entering church being bombarded with great questions and wonderful suggestions.  I had to quickly get myself in check so that I could truly appreciate what our volunteers were saying.  The Holy Spirit had been nudging me to pause, slow down, and enjoy the moment . . . all of them.   I realized that I’m quite rigid and I don’t like my nice, little schedule to get interrupted.  Playing BINGO was great, but only if I would have remembered to order Marcus’ food. . . then all would have been well in my little world.  But, life isn’t like that.  We need to have a plan, but the plan must include flexibility.  I’ve always prided myself on being flexible, but He showed me I have a ways to go!  Blessed are the flexible, for they shall bend and not break.  Oh, that’s not a Beatitude!  But, it is a gift.  Anyway, the Lord reminded me that we need to have spontaneity in our routine, patience and peace exude from our presence and joy in the journey.  So, go off-track . . .  a little . . .  sometime . . .

Take Off the Mask

It’s a masquerade ball . . . we put protective layers over our hearts and begin to live our lives as though nothing is wrong, slowly becoming more and more calloused to our emotions, as well as others.  We move about on the dance floor of life as though nothing is wrong . . . wearing our costumes and make-up but hiding the “real” us.

I’ve been there . . . as a pastor’s wife who said, “I will NEVER let anyone get that close to me again,” not realizing the power in my words becoming a vow I took to heart.  This began a journey in which I didn’t let anyone get close to me.  I smiled, I spoke, I loved . . . but only to a certain point.  My guard was up and no one was getting in.  On the inside I was drying up and dying . . . not living, just existing.  Through a series of divine connections with people who saw through the mask and the realization that I needed to change, God began turning me inside out.  He will go deep, if we allow Him to.  It’s a journey . . .  a process . . . a stretching – out of our comfort zone.

It takes Divine healing, boldness and strength to take off the mask, step out from behind the costume and expose ourselves once again to the elements of life.  Come on . . . join me on this journey . . . TAKE OFF THE MASK!

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