Musings on the Moments
That’s what these are, just musings, just some thoughts, along my life’s journey.
We’ve been stuck in the house for two days, unable to get out because of an ice storm yesterday, and today the moisture has turned to snow. The television stations reported power outages, massive accidents, water main breaks and hazardous driving conditions. But the snow just kept coming down–large, lazy, silent snowflakes. “How could something so beautiful,” I thought, “make everything so very bad?” Was that what Eve thought when the serpent offered her the fruit?
Four days ago when I called my mother, who lives in Indiana, she was excited about a new potato soup recipe. She highly recommended it, said it was great comfort food, told me to “google it” on the web, and I promised her I would. But I forgot about it. Two days later in an email, she wanted to know if I had tried it. I found it and printed it off right then, adding it to a stack of recipes I would try one day. But with a second day of house confinement imposed upon us by the weather, I decided to turn to potato soup for comfort. I can never remember making potato soup before. It took only about 30 minutes, and I tweaked the recipe a little, adding more cheese and spices. James and I both liked it, but we agreed I might not make it again until the next ice storm. It was comfort food, but I think the comfort was in the making of it, the process of being creative and the anticipation of homemade soup on a cold winter day. That’s the way it is with joy. I find joy in Christ in the process of working out who He is calling me to be, in the creative processes He is using in my life and in the anticipation of future worship. It’s like the Psalmist said, “I was glad when they said to me, ‘Let us go into the house of the Lord.” Psalm 122:1. He was excited at just the prospect of worship.