Not usually a lapdog. That’s how cold it is.
Just discovered my plans for today have likely shifted. This raises the opportunity to observe how I handle change in use of time. In this case, I lose the hard symmetry of the plans in my head to work internally this morning then externally this afternoon. I lose my lofty projection of spiritual quest all day to a mundane practical vision of shopping again in the big box store for exercise, human contact, and weather relief.
Now I will either rationalize or it’s true: some good comes out of the store and mall visits. Yesterday we visited Santa, for instance, and we were rewarded with pleasant conversation, a heart shaped dog biscuit, and a candy cane. We found him after greeting a sweet little blonde girl in red and gold clothes. She pointed the way to his location and, without prompting, wished us “Merry Christmas,” as she waved goodbye. Deserves mentioning that her big blue eyes shone with love and calm. Now that’s blessings you would not expect to find in the Mall.
Lord, Thank you for the surprise impressions that I tend to condemn as ordinary fare, until pondering shows me I might have encountered an angel, unawares. It’s not so far from the long-remembered miracle of Jacob on his journey, meeting angels ascending and descending a ladder from earth to heaven. Please open all our hearts to your mercies and reminders—me, my kith and kin, and all earth’s inhabitants. IJN
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