"Centered.......................

All day Thursday it “felt” as if, instead, it were Saturday. Beginning this week with three consecutive slots on the calendar filled with classes must have somehow re-connected my mind with the thought of a work week. This morning, however, I seem to know right where I’m at, no mixed-up sense of my temporal position, fully aware that, regardless of schedules, commitments, and responsibilities, this moment is all that I have; and even it is not guaranteed forever… The two youngest grandkids arrived a few minutes ago. We’re watching them while their parents visit with a lawyer concerning a court trial in which they are about to be involved. Nobody’s hungry yet, but surely brunch at Bob Evans is not all that far away. If life, in general, as it comes to us with its own share of reality, isn’t enough to occupy our sanity, the world around us, it seems, is a pot of soup with violence in the Middle East still brewing, the possibility of global war knocking at our door, and present circumstances here in our country giving reason enough to question our future; but, in truth, somehow right now all that is no more than “filed in my belly” under “have a little talk with Jesus”. I just finished reading a friend of mine describing her relief in learning that a diagnosis given her of breast cancer was in error, the pathologist’s report actually belonging to someone else. This lady, however, while unable to express fully what the reversal means to her, does a beautiful job of sharing the evidence of what “Christ in me” brings to those who trust in Him. She holds no anger concerning the doctor’s mistake. She well knows that another woman must now be pierced by the same arrow that struck her. From somewhere down inside her, a well (though not stated in such terms) provides peace, provokes humility, and is an over-all assurance of all things being in His hands. Such connection is an anchorage like no other, a stability no matter the storm…..