chipper—Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest (8 June,"What's Next To Do?")
The coinciding timing of my pastor's vacation and my move has been a true gift. Since there's no one in the office to support, I've been able to rearrange my days and spend just a few hours a week there. Lots can be done from home, on my schedule, and with John out, I don't have to juggle or feel guilty about that.
Being out in the city often brings divine appointments. Yesterday, through a series of small incidental choices, I was on a bus near the office when I saw a friend we'd been concerned about and praying for a few days earlier. She's been struggling a lot over the past few months, stopped coming to church or Community Group, and hasn't returned the majority of calls and emails from friends. So I hopped off the bus and met her across the crosswalk. We talked awhile, and I simply let her know how much she is cared for and missed, as well as asking if I could give her a call to get together. There were tears in our eyes when we shared a long hug goodbye. Aslan is on the move.
The temptation to run around constantly as I get settled is fairly strong, but God's given my body limits, gentle reminders that it's not His intent for me to do everything at once (though I ignore those reminders a fair amount).
Need to get some groceries in this place. Safeway.com, here I come.
