Sometimes I have as much of an idea of what is going to happen tomorrow as the local weatherman. They had predicted as much as 16 inches of snow for us a few days ago. Yesterday morning it was down to a foot. Last night it was more like 5-10 inches. And this morning they said 3-8 inches.
We barely got one lousy inch of snow.
Any of your future plans ever evaporate like snow on their way to reality? My plans seem to do that pretty regularly. In fact, I love to plan my days, schedule out the week, the month, or even the year and prepare myself for what to expect each day. That’s the part I love.
But I don’t love interruptions. I’m sitting down, accomplishing tasks, checking off my to-do list, and then someone wonders in aimlessly, or so it seems, into my life. They interrupt. They want to talk. They actually care about me. But don’t they see I’m trying to get things done!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Slowly I’m realizing that life is actually happening in the interruptions. These interruptions aren’t planned, but they are purposeful. And I’m thinking so many of the things I pray to God about are being answered…in the interruptions.
So say it with me, “I love interruptions! I love interruptions! I love interruptions!”
I love interruptions…at least I’m trying to love them.