Learning to Go with It

When your heart and soul are calm, a little chaos is no big deal.

If you read my post yesterday, then you know all about my rewarding Sabbath time yesterday. Interestingly, the calm I took the time for yesterday, prepared me for my chaotic morning today.

After I dropped my daughter at school, I was planning on coming home and doing some cleaning, which didn’t get done yesterday, some laundry, because it’s everyday, exercise, because it’s a new year and I’d like to be in better shape, work on a Wednesday night kids program for church and write for gracefulgaines.

My husband met me at the door and informed me that our neighbor’s alarm had been going off. That has never happened before and since she is one of the sweetest people on the planet, I sent him over to check it out. The alarm had stopped, but he went over. The house was locked up tight. I called her, but there was no answer. I was concerned, but I let it go. I said a prayer for her safety.

I put in a call to my mom to catch up and we talked for a little while about a recent death in the family. Then we talked about a dear friend of hers who has been diagnosed with cancer. We were talking about another friend of her’s whose husband has been put in hospice care, when the alarm went off again. Mom, ever the steel magnolia, told me I should hang up and investigate.

The alarm stopped again as I went across the street. I peaked in windows and saw nothing. The alarm went off again and I dialed 911. They asked me to wait for an officer to come. I did, although it took him quite awhile. He looked around and discovered there was no car in the garage, so I was relieved. He assured me I had done the right thing by calling. He left.

I finally sat down at my keyboard and my phone rang. It was my sweet neighbor who had been out and knew nothing about the alarm. I told her about all of the excitement and she thanked me for looking after her. She was going to call the alarm company and get it figured out. I was so thankful she was okay. I said a prayer of thanks.

I sat down once again at my keyboard. My phone rang. A very good friend of mine was having a moment. She never calls to complain or vent. She’s just not that way; but today, she needed an ear. I was happy to listen and I feel like she felt better when we hung up.

By this time, it was close to noon and I hand’t showered, cleaned, exercised or written anything. I marveled at how I wasn’t the least bit frazzled, although my entire plans for the day were shot. I was praying about it and I felt like God whispered to me, “It’s the Sabbath time.” I hadn’t done anything on “my list,” but I did everything on God’s for me for the morning. I loved everyone He put in my path and I just went with it. I felt calm and blessed.

I really do believe there’s something to this Sabbath time, especially if it means learning to do His will and not mine. What do you think? I’d love to hear from you.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂