In my life, I am too busy…
I have always been a Martha, I don’t even want to be Mary.
But in the midst of the children screaming, the messiness of the house and the juggling of the schedules, God is there.
Just like Goodnight Moon, where each and every object is remembered and names, God keeps track of us, and loves us.
God is there in the mounds of paperwork, the long to do list and the phone that is ringing–in every worry that is a part of the church.
I know God is in these things, in the sunny walks to buy milk, where everything goes smoothly, in the car rides where everyone is yelling at each other for no reason. God is there.
But although God is there, the time I get to spend with God, is often not at worship where I’m trying to remember everyone in my prayers, or at home where we say our Amens or at the office where its a game of finish the most things. The moment I get to to spend with God is in the coffee shop–at the Barnes and Noble or the Starbucks, its when I go grocery shopping late at night, its when I get time to exercise.
And so I treasure the time I get to spend with God, taking comfort that God is always spending time with me.