Settling Down and Settling In
Settling down and settling in.
Thinking about those two this morning.
Thinking about how hard it is to sit down and write with all the undone and unknowns swirling in my wee widdle brain.
I heard that phrase again yesterday from a writer who said something to the effect that he didn’t know what he was really thinking until he settled down to write.
Amen and pass the plate on that one.
But how do you settle down when sitting down to think/write just seems to make your problem of jangly thinking/living/being more apparent?
Hnh.
Problem.
The more chaotic things are here…the less I’m home…the more projects in process I have…the more times I have to pick up and travel…come home…unpack and start again…the more excruciating it feels to try to settle down and settle in to write.
Isn’t life supposed to get simpler as we get older? Can I ever remember a time when life DID seem settled?
Semi-routine maybe. Never what I would call settled.
Burp.
Could be that I’m losing my ability to filter the chaos of 21st Century chatter from that which I need to fully focus.
Focus.
There’s a word right up there with God in its utter inscrutability.
I was thinking it was just me, until I went to church with Kate on Sunday.
Valley Church. Good speaker who talked a lot about courage that comes from God. This guy’s day job is financial advisor, so he knows maybe more than the rest of us, the angst and anxiety of this past year. It was a good sermon…had me looking up King Hezekiah in 2Kings this morning, which is no small coup for any preacher.
He opened his talk with this question: “How many here are glad that 2009 is over?”
There was a rumble and resounding “I am!” across the hall.
I blinked at the people around me. Huh? You mean OTHER people are having a tough time besides moi?
He went on to say that Iowa lost 40,000 jobs this year.
40,000 in our shoes. Maybe even worse shoes than ours.
Huh?
40,000 people for whom focus has now changed – and that’s not counting their wives and husbands and kids and parents.
Tough year.
He went on to read scripture and share personal stories about how our courage and confidence come from God. That God is above and beyond all these circumstances.
Fresh spring air.
That speaker started to change my focus.
Here’s my biggest takeaway from his sermon: When things start tanking, instead of asking ourselves…How long will this pain LAST? Maybe we can start asking ourselves…How long will I have this particular opportunity to reach out to people who need God now like never before? Because it’s in the tough times that people are most open to the gospel.
Nice.
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This morning, I started thinking about this brand new 2010 and some of the things I’m grateful for:
Here…in no particular order:
Tom and I are still chugging along. 31 years, now. It’s pretty much a miracle.
After all the holiday hoopla, I’m only 2 pounds up from my all-time low weight (on Weight Watchers – you know – this time) and still down almost 25 from my all time high. I am totally breaking new ground here.
Living in Waukee. It’s pretty good being close…but not too close…to the kids.
Restaurant coupons.
Brett Favre.
The Farm – Tom and I both love it – for very, very different reasons.
Hope…finally…for a normal gait after foot surgery.
Restaurants with great, big, fat salad bars (Ruby Tuesday – you GO, girl!)
Our 401k is mostly back.
Living exactly 1 mile from Fareway Foods.
The brand new YMCA, not much more than spitting distance (if you’re a really good spitter)…72,000 square feet of workout bliss.
I have people in my life who love me. Some even like me. Ditto and back atcha.
The next season of American Idol starts January 12th – 2 hour premiere – I get to laugh hysterically at dorky people singing badly. My guiltiest pleasure (not really).
There’s more…but that’s good for now.
Happy New Year.