I am super smart in a lot of ways and painfully stupid in others. If you need someone to walk you out of a crisis like as is in 9/11 has hit and you need to find safety, I am totally your girl. At 25, on AA plane bound for NYC that awful morning, I had a car rented before my ass walked off the plane on a reroute that landed me in the middle of North Carolina – I was going home!
However, if you need to find someone who can get you to your destination and you have an address and I am your only hope…you are doomed. I cannot find my way out of paper bag. I literally will screw it up with a map, Siri, and someone on speaker, but at least with Siri I have a fighting chance.
I keep praying for the Holy Spirit to be more like Siri — or a neon sign. I meant the tickling of the Holy Spirit is often hard to distinguish at least for me. Surrender? What does this even mean? Except that I know when I don’t check in with Jesus, I screw it up almost every time. In true paradox, I want to be the hero and I want to be saved.
My humanness makes me think that’s okay; except for when I fall flat on my face…then I remember that I was supposed to be surrendered. Damn! When I get the surrender part right, it’s like magic – the most freeing thing in the world – floating on wings, feeling safe and secure, dancing the happy dance. I say thank you Jesus for stepping in.
I think about the small moments that lead to big changes, the ones you didn’t see coming. These end up being the life lessons you are most grateful for….it’s the slow moving work of Christ that is sweet to the taste. For me and my kids, it was the meandering through a neighborhood that I had longed to live in….of being “lost” but seeing a sign for rent out of the corner of my eye. It led to a home, a community, a network of friends to help raise up these kids. It became a soft place to fall.
Thank you Jesus for helping me find my way – in life and to Siri for finding my way out of downtown.
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