It has been a long 48 hours where everything has gone wrong; and I have been trying to do all sorts of things in all sorts of places in all sorts of ways in one big hurry-scurry-flurry; and I find myself pedalling furiously on a failing bicycle, fighting (quite futilely) against the relentless rain, dodging (quite desperately) these uncaring pedestrians; and finally, oh Lord, Dear Father in Heaven, King of my Heart of Hearts, Ruler of my Life in Time and Eternity! You make me SEE! and KNOW!
That I am in no rush to get anywhere, I really do not need to be quite so dry, I sure need not plan weeks’ worth of minutes of my life, I really must not mind that I have been a scatterbrain, I certainly can wait for them to cross, I surely need not worry about the silly bike and I really, surely, certainly can stop. And take this suffocating hood off. And these ridiculous gloves. And go as slow as I want, over however many puddles I want, and smile in the rain because really, surely, most certainly, moping about is not how you want me to glorify you today. And it is not quite how You will lead me to love You today.
Not today!
