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Following In His PathSo yesterday I didn’t exactly ask the Lord for a word for the year 2008. As I’ve already mentioned, I’m not overly brave and I am subject to both flights of fancy and great leaps of misinterpretation. But I did go ahead and choose a word that I thought might help me focus on the little (and big) ways God is involved in my life on a daily basis. I mean, I don’t want to miss Him in action, when I’m certain that He’s here with me every day, directing my paths according to His purposes for me. The word I’ve chosen is Serendipity. I prayed and told the Lord that I wanted to see every event, every chance meeting with another person, and even every difficult circumstance as if He were right there with me in the middle of it—because, of course, He is. All I need to do is keep my eyes open and pay attention. Right before Christmas, I did something awfully impulsive. I signed up for a full-time semester at a local university, as a psych major. Classes were scheduled to start tonight, and would have been intensive and compressed into 8-week sessions, rather than the typical 16-weeks. In fact, before the first session, I would have needed to read a couple hundred pages of text and to have written four 1000-word essays. I realized I’d bitten off more than I could chew, and that I’d probably done it in reaction to my current frustration trying to break into publishing fiction. By Christmas I’d decided to drop the classes, but the business office wasn’t open until today. Doug went with me because, man, those books were heavy! Plus, to drop classes and return my books I had to visit three different far-flung buildings, walking in the freakish cold on icy sidewalks. Some people don’t look down when they walk, and they say to develop optimum balance it’s better to look straight ahead. But that’s the thing: My balance was negatively affected when I had brain surgery eight years ago and has never been the same since. Yeah, yeah. I know the balance nerve on one side of your head will theoretically compensate for the severed nerve on the other side, but I’m just sayin’, theories don’t always pan out. So we’re walking along, our collective teeth chattering in time to our shoes crunching the ice, when I—the one who’s looking down—say, “What IS all this?” Doug peers at the sidewalk, small stretches of which are cleared, and says, “It looks like…” “But it CAN’T be,” I say. “There so MUCH of it. How many animals would it take to produce that volume of—” “Sh….eesh,” he says. “Um…ya think?” I say. “Why can’t they REMOVE it? It would be bad enough to slip on the ice, but I’d hate to have to sue for slipping on ice-encrusted, um…you know.” That’s right. Thousands of the…items…were enshrouded in transparent ice, like caterpillars unfortunately never destined to become butterflies. Doug danced something of an Irish jig in a nearly futile attempt to avoid…stuff. I—who had managed to leave the house in shoes with lots of openings and NO SOCKS—begged God that a combination of my iffy eyesight and my challenged balance would somehow see me through. That’s when the truth hit me, with as strong a sense of serendipity as I’ve ever known. Going to school full-time right now would be a s——y path for my future. Literally. Balance is overrated. Looking down while I’m strolling along the path of life? It works for me.
Posted by Katy on 01/02/08 at 08:57 PM
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