As I sit here and write this I am listening to the news of more sad happenings in our world, more mass murder in a place of worship, more hate, more violence ... and the song of a bird outside of my window who is completely oblivious to the turmoil. A pot of chicken is simmering on the stove that will eventually become a pot of chicken and noodles that I will drop off to a friend.
And we are waiting.
We are waiting for a birth, and a death. Our pastor is at death's door this morning and our daughter-in-law is expecting to give birth to our granddaughter any day now.
Its a typical day. While grocery shopping early this morning I got a call from Brian saying that his day just got more complicated. He is due to have the stitches taken out of his hand, he has two people at the hospitals to check on, and of course, to get back to our pastor's family and be there with them as much as possible .... and now his car is full of smoke. It broke down this morning so he will have to get it to a shop, get a rental car, and pick up where he left off.
Life is like that.
We all take time to address those unpredictable and uncontrollable things that pop up, and then we pick up where we left off and keep moving forward. And hopefully we try to find some good in the journey.
