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Friday, August 5, 2011

Not random…

He Treats Me to a Feast; Notes from my Abundant Life

Not random…

 

My frame was not hidden from You when I was made in the secret place.

When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,

Your eyes saw my unformed body.

All the days ordained for me were written in

Your book before one of them came to be.

 


Psalms 139:15-16


I was in the kitchen this morning, playing good steward to my home and family.  There is grace and elegance even in the little things;  I desire a rich portion of that grace.  I’d been multi-tasking, as usual, preparing to make breakfast, washing dishes, when I noticed….a spoon, precariously balanced on the edge of a teacup, rocking gently back and forth as a steady stream of water fell from the faucet into its bowl.  It did not topple, it danced.  I called to my son, knowing he would take pleasure in the scene.  I stopped what I was doing, appreciating the quiet space of a thing not anticipated, and I smiled.  It was a quiet moment, stillness, even.  He didn’t make it before the precarious structure gave way, the spoon clattered into the sink, and the moment passed.  As I explained what I‘d wanted him to see, I almost referenced the randomness of the occurrence, dishes tossed into the sink, the position of the faucet, the force of the stream…but before I spoke I realized, not random.  There is no randomness in God.  All the days (and their related adventures) for me were written by Him before anyone of them ever came to be.  It was not random.

My itinerant preacher and original muse and I were due to meet for tea today.  She sent a mildly cryptic email Monday saying “Let’s have tea so we can talk.” Knowing that I had a child to deposit around the corner from her office at 10 am made a morning cup seem the perfect way to begin the day ( I know tea time is between 3 and 5 pm, but I’m no Brit).  Though we hadn’t confirmed, I called her office this morning to let her know my plan.  There was no answer.  I left a similar message on her mobile, and rather than consider the possibility that my plan might require revision, I headed out.  At the same time, apparently….she was intending to call me to reschedule, overwhelmed by the obligations of her day.  She never made the call, or sent the text, and as she was rounding the corner to her office, she saw me patiently waiting outside.  So much for her plans….our meeting today was not random.

She said “tea,” so I headed for Starbucks, right around the corner.  She’s a Dunkin’ Donuts girl, apparently.  We walked, chatting, catching up as we are more often virtual than actually hanging out.  We order, and pay, and then she and my son decide they need a snack with their beverages.  I’ve already rounded the corner of the store to pick up when I noticed….she’s talking with and bringing over someone she’s apparently just met, who will spend the next 90 minutes talking to and ministering to us both.  He was a writer and photographer with a copy of his book, who when he departed left her with a prayer, the Shema.  According to Wikipedia,
Observant Jews consider the Shema to be the most important part of the prayer service in Judaism, and its twice-daily recitation as a mitzvah (religious commandment). It is traditional for Jews to say the Shema as their last words, and for parents to teach their children to say it before they go to sleep at night.
Apparently, even tea at Starbucks is not random.  “All the days ordained for me were written in Your book before….”

Before.  As in before we scheme and plan.  As in before we rant and rave.  As in before we dream and hope and occasionally fail.  We were His Beloved before we were.  It was never random. 

So when it’s all feeling downhill, late, lost, scary, disconnected; there was always a plan.  He foretold our successes before we were woven together.  There is neither randomness nor failure in Him.  He’s got it. So exhale…because your life, like mine, is filled to overflowing with abundance.  And once again, just in time, we have further evidence that God is Good.  

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