So after a long Elder’s meeting last night, I got to bed too late to do the usual routine–up at 4:40 a.m. to head to the gym to workout–but I was awake at 5:00 anyway, so I headed downstairs, made a cup of coffee and settled in for a bit of prayer time. The church is in the final stages of selecting a new preaching minister after having interviewed 3 strong candidates, and the church is engaged in a prayer vigil for guidance and wisdom. My sense is that God is assuredly working in the process, but not always the way we think, nor for the purposes that we have in mind.
Around 6:15, I headed to the coffee shop and did what I haven’t done in months.
I took a walk.
Two years ago I discovered Spring. This year I almost missed it, but this morning I saw that Spring was well and good, and the slow observance of daffodils and tulips and front yards and houses for sale did my spirit a world of good. I’m headed for Chicago this morning and then on to Cincinnati on Thursday. I’m looking forward to the break in routine…as I said yesterday, the pace of life and ministry is very much on my mind. This morning’s turn around a few neighborhood blocks affirmed my intuition, that time to breathe and reflect and sip and pray is critical.
For me, deep will always be better than wide.