I spent the day cleaning, among other tasks. Unfortunately, my zeal overcame my attention. Some water spilled, dousing my cordless phone and my keyboard. My phone survived, my keyboard… well, everything but the space bar, the ‘n’, and the ‘b’ works. A person needs those keys. So I write, using pen and paper, considering how better this is in general, for posterity’s sake or something, knowing I will return to typing as soon as I can. Such is my generation.
Again it is still tonight. Weekend visitors flocked to their cabins, making much noise throughout the day. But now all is quiet , no motion at all, by flora or fauna.
I end the day as I began. Vaguely something. Either not introspective or else not caring. I did my tasks, spent a long time cleaning and organizing. There was no thrill, jut rote activity – though positive. I do weary of waiting, expecting long prayed prayers to resolve – only I cannot force God.
Maybe that is my frustration, the common American expectation of assertion has no effect on God, so people dodge or leave him. We do not suffer well the vagaries of others, even the Divine.
Maybe, though, this tendency is why God tells of himself through his actions. He is the God who brought his people out of Egypt. That is the main way he defined himself. This tells us he acts, and it tells us he acts in his own timing. They could not force themselves out until God acted, and he waited. Why? That is something only he knows. The reality is he did act. That’s the hope and promise. And my prayer.