We must be ready to allow ourselves to be interrupted by God. God will be constantly crossing our paths and canceling our plans by sending us people with claims and petitions. We may pass them by, preoccupied with our more important tasks. . . .
~Dietrich Bonhoeffer from Life Together
So I’m slogging my way through life, keeping nose to the grindstone, doing what I think I’m called to do and suddenly whammo! I’m clobbered by a cold wave that knocks me off my feet, chills me to the bone and stops me in my tracks wondering what just hit me and why.
It can feel like drowning.
I feel rudely interrupted because I was ill prepared to change course, alter expectations, or be transformed by life’s sudden cold shower.
I can’t think of many situations where an interruption initially is welcome. It shocks because it is unexpected yet I have chosen to be someone who must be rudely interrupted in order to change direction.
God doesn’t just soak me to the bone–He made my bones and heals my fractures.
He doesn’t just knock me to my feet–He offers His hand to pull me up again.
He doesn’t let me drown–He is a life preserver I choose to grab and hold on to.
Then He wraps me in His warm embrace like a huge towel to remind me where I come from and where I’m heading.
We interrupt this life for a message from our sponsor.
Okay. Okay.
I’m ready to pay attention.
