I hate missing the train!|
Why did I miss the train? I was buying water from a vending machine. The stupidity of it all, the pathetic scene I made running alongside the barely moving train begging the conductor to "please, please let me hop on" (Afterall, that's what they do in all the movies) makes me flush...and I don't get embarrassed easily.
As annoying and disappointing situations do, it made me think. I pack my life full of "one more thing while I wait." Wait for what? The waiting IS the thing that I'm doing! Am I missing the train for a little sip of water? Am I forfeiting the way to get me to a life of refreshment, community, and ultimate joy because I can't stand to wait?
I recently went to tea with my sister-in-law, another opportunity not to be missed as this will be the last outing we had before she gets married. The night before we planned our 6:30am get away. Ironically, it followed a discussion with the family about how hard it was for us to get time early in the morning to be with Jesus.
A picture of a time I didn't miss the train to Chicago...because I drove.|
In the morning, I shook my head as I realized that I can get up when I want to! Apparently, the getting up and making time for Jesus isn't the problem. Jesus will love me if I get up early to be with him or not, but do I love him enough to do it anyway?
"Don't be hard on yourself," I can hear people saying. But there's a time we have to ask ourselves if we are missing the train...the big, transporting, restful experience of walking with Jesus while we stand outside a vending machine waiting for a sip of...what? While we pack one more thing into our already stuffed journeying lives.