Call me thief, the way I rob time—pick the locks of the moments and steal the treasure inside. Busy is a disease, a dis-ease, more skilled at thievery than I. Saturday, we took Teddy back to school and that morning my laptop crashed, another heist. Although I have my data on backup, finding and re-creating it all has been costly. Passwords, documents, setting up the accounts … I’m on a temporary iPad, thanks to my mother-in-law, and this necessitates finding new ways to do the old familiar. My old brain is tired. When we left Teddy in front of his dorm my heart felt as dry as dust.
I’ve been asking God a lot of questions. Working every day at the hospital, writing, doing ministry, tending the family, taking care of my health … So many good and beautiful things in my life. Out of necessity I’ve shifted focus to the small, trying not to ask too much of each day. In the night, I am depleted, and lean heavily on the Spirit for refreshment.
I remind myself about seasons, as I watch the moon lift her swelling belly into a sea of darkness each night. And I remember what I used to tell my boys when they were younger. “It’s how we handle the hard times that determines our true character.”
So I watch the wind sway the pines on the hills, I feel the current of air underneath a thousand wings ascending into the sky, I study the underside of a moth alight on my window.
Every day, every moment, every second committing a beautiful larceny. This type of robbery is not so difficult. My only weapon is my eyes.
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