If you are anything like me, you might be someone who likes to have each day planned out and organized. It isn’t the easiest thing to do with two little kids, but I think it keeps all of us in a better mood. Last Wednesday was one of those days, when I had several things planned. The most important thing was taking all of J’s fundraising stuff to the church–ya know, frozen cookie dough, refrigerated pizza’s and other goodies. They had been taking up a ton of room in my fridge and freezer for almost a week and they had to go! A group of sweet older ladies meet at the church every Wednesday and they ordered several items, so Wednesday was the day!
You know what happened on Wednesday? A freaking blizzard. Everything was cancelled–schools, some businesses, and yep- you guessed it–the ladies weren’t going to make it to the church that morning. Ugh. Now I was going to have to drive all around town with two kids in tow and deliver all this food in the snow.
Not at all what I had planned.
Not. At. All.
It was a complete interruption to my plan, to my day, to my expectations. Even as a mother of two preschool aged kids, interruptions still get to me. They annoy me, aggravate me, and can send me into a tizzy.
Once the snow slowed down and the roads were mostly cleared we set out to deliver the cookies and pizza. I admit, I was still bitter that I had to be doing this–that the snow had ruined my plans–I walked up to the first house, leaving the kids in the car, and knocked on the door. With a container of cinnamon rolls in my hand, an older woman came to the door, who appeared to be quite confused as to who I was and why I was there. Once she remember purchasing the food a few weeks back, she told me that she had been having a really hard day,
“My husband died in December, and I guess I am just having a really hard day. Maybe because I haven’t been able to get out too much, haven’t really had many people to talk to. I actually had been praying today for something to lift my spirits, ” she said with tears forming in her eyes. Then she looked down at the cinnamon rolls, and looked right into my eyes and said, “You are the answer to my prayers today.”
Just like that, this mundane task of delivering food, became a holy interruption.
Just like that, this annoyance, this disturbance in my plan for the day, became a gift–a moment for gratitude.
Tomorrow is Maundy Thursday, followed by Good Friday and Holy Saturday, and finally Easter Sunday. Days filled with expectations, plans, worship services, shopping, dinners, traveling–they will undoubtedly be days filled with interruptions. Interruptions are indeed a part of life.
How will you respond to the interruptions that pop up in the coming days?
Will they ruin your mood, send you into a tizzy, make an already difficult situation worse?
Or will you invite the Holy into those moments? Will you allow the risen Christ to enter into those mundane interruptions and transform them into something Holy, something meaningful, something even eternal?
May. It. Be. So.
What I am listening to: In Christ Alone