I am always running late, late, late like the White Rabbit; “oh, my goodness, I am late”. That’s not why I am off… I checked myself in the mirror of the guest bathroom before heading out the door. I notice the kids have done a very good job picking up after themselves; I make a mental note to thank them. However, one item makes me pause… The blue toothbrush, suction-cupped to the mirror, up higher than I think either of my kids can reach… What on earth caused that to be affixed up there? I forget some paperwork at home; I have no idea what is in it that I was still supposed to do today – I know it will get all done.
A phone call with a friend that sits heavily on my heart, we don’t talk as much as I’d like and I wish we had the time so I could just stop and listen to her.
It’s an off day but none of those reasons is the cause.
I feel like I have lost a child somewhere between the dog-food aisle and electronics in Target, complete opposite sides of the store and I cannot remember the last time I remember the presence.
I have lost my Bible. I know it will turn up, it has to, and the alternative is almost unimaginable. I think of the worn fabric cover, the one that made me sad to think of the other day --- it doesn’t look new anymore; the delicate pages, worn with turning, highlighted and commented on. I think of the
personal prayers on the inside cover, the notes of anticipation… the gold
wristband from a conference last year that reminds me I am marked… the folded white piece of paper pending in expectant prayer.
I had it yesterday at church, I thought last night that I left it on the front seat of my car; forgetting to take it in. Leaving this morning "late, late, late", I expected it to be sitting there - It was not.
My lifeline, like breathing! God’s word breathing life in me and I cannot find it. I carelessly discarded it, I always know exactly where it is... on the bench by the front door, in my bag, on my nightstand. His word just travels with me; I know I have access to it, hidden in my heart and on my IPad but that doesn't feel as concrete to me as the physical presence of The Book!
I am at a loss...
This is The Daily… please pray for me!