forgetful and disorganized

I forgot an appointment today and it wasn't the first time it happened. A friend of mine had some time to coach me and in the moment (which is usually when it happens) I agreed. I didn't check to see if I had something else going on then. (which I did) But the Lord in His loving way, (how it usually happens), moved up our coaching appointment and though I forgot a friend was coming over, I am not falling over myself in apologies for having booked something else in its place.

I feel forgetful these days. I try to set alarms on my devices to remind me, but I'm rarely around to hear the beep go off. I am an in- the- moment person who doesn't mind planning ahead, but I often make mistakes in my planning. What strikes me today is the tender love of the Lord. Some might call it disorganized (which I wouldn't argue with you on), but it's more than that. These moments are times when the Lord shows me in tangible ways that He is intimately involved in my life and that He loves me!

I needed butter yesterday and didn't have time to go out and get it. A friend of mine was cleaning up her fridge before a long trip and dropped off a cube of butter (almost apologetically). He loves me! Does the Lord care that I have butter? Was that a coincidence? Does He know the things I'm juggling and how many things I'm trying to keep straight in my mind? Does He know me? Yes! and He loves me!

Part of my living in the moment and enjoying the journey is being aware and alert to the Lord's presence throughout the day. Running on the treadmill, teaching math, mopping the kitchen (for the 3rd time today), biking to the market,....  the Lord and I chat. It's not that He hasn't been present. It's just that I'm becoming more alert. Aware that He is present. Aware of His beckoning and His invitation.
Come be with me and see how much I love you. A opening in the day, butter at the door, dinner that came together from a tomato, onion, and a pepper, (some call it creativity, I call it God gave it to us!)

I'm so thankful today. He loves me. He provides and cares for me and for my family. He knows how forgetful I am and He spreads out a net below me to catch me when I fall. I am in his care. And so are you!

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  1. JodieMarch 14, 2013 at 4:55 PM

    Jenn, I love the way this snapshot of your life shows your lack of worry about trying to cover all your bases, and your sincere trust in God to cover those bases for you in His creative, loving way. I read this quote from Henri Nouwen today and it made me think about you and your prayerful life:

    “To pray, I think, does not mean to think about God in contrast to thinking about other things, or to spend time with God instead of spending time with other people. Rather, it means to think and live in the presence of God. All our actions must have their origins in prayer. Praying is not an isolated activity; it takes place in the midst of all the things and affairs that keep us active. In prayer a ‘self-centered monologue’ becomes a God-centered dialogue’” Henri Nouwen

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