I go to the coffee shop as I don’t like my office. I like the feeling of freedom of being outside of constraints, watching the people. The lady at the counter, who is upset with the bus driver. She has more words per second than a Gatling gun. She has a ring on her finger with a ‘stone’ (I doubt it is a stone – and yes I made a judgement) at least 4cm across. If it were real, you and a small African nation would never have to work again. But it’s not real. Then there is the man with his 2 year old son having breakfast. You wonder why he is here on his own. Does he have a wife? Obviously there was a woman involved at some point but is he now alone? He doesn’t look like he has suffered grief. He seems to be pleasant and in my estimation he is giving his partner a break and being kind by taking their son out. He gets up to get some sugar and I notice that he has some really nice boots on. They have a big heel, but even so he is quite short. Shorter than me, (that’s what really counts! ) I can tell he feels insecure about his height. There is not a lot you can do about it, as I have realised.
Everyone has their lives that they are living today, their own thoughts, their own wars and battles. Our own fights become all consuming. But I’m tired of the way it is. I never could handle the same old same old. I want something different, a new scene. I don’t want the monotony of chasing money that fills so many of our thoughts. I know we need money, my own week has been the most expensive in a long time, boiler blew up, Hoover died, one car needed a service and the other an MOT, financially rubbish but that is not what defines my happiness. I want to see something happen, I want to see that which I read about break out. I have a craving for new, and that is my problem. I can t make new happen, and when I am like this I tend to look disdainfully on what is already here. I have to believe that this want of the new is a God given desire to press in, yet I know I need to remain content in the now, content on the days when the same old same old is my sustenance.
And then a thought comes to me. Though God is the same yesterday, today and forever he does seem to be always doing a new thing. Though I can’t make things happen, I know if I interact with him there is response. Think about it. When we worship he responds. Now that is a good thought and it makes me want to go an pick up my guitar, so that I may step into a place where I move Gods heart.
The day just got more exciting.