Friday, February 14, 2014
quality literature: the shack
incidentally, i was feeling stressed last night about a work conversation that had gone on earlier in the day. i woke up at 11:30 and flopped around in bed for the next three hours, not thinking about much of anything, but not being able to sleep either. i also finished this book last night. its final message of forgiveness is pretty powerful, but human stubbornness runs deep. this morning i woke up tired, crabby, way late, and still struggling with inner turmoil. i pulled into the drive through at mcd's on the way to work. as is often the case, i was irritated by someone who neglected to read the traffic signs in the gas station parking lot and was going the wrong way to get in the breakfast line up. i went ahead and let him in ahead of me. i wish i could say that i did it graciously, but i did not. i did it, because at 43 i've trained myself to choose kindness as often as humanly possible. i ordered my hotcakes, large coke, and a chocolate chip frappe for one of my student's to give to his girlfriend. at the checkout window my credit card was declined, not from insufficient funds, but because the man in front of me left me the message, "i've paid your bill, jesus loves you, and happy valentine's day."
i am so grateful for the clear reminder that i am loved.immeasurably more than i can ask or imagine.