Crazy people like me go to the gym, then to mass, then to work, all before 8:30 am. That’s my routine most days, and it’s actually a great way to start the day.  I’m at my best in the morning.

I couldn’t sleep last night. Hearing the ice pellets hit my window woke me around 4 am. I was anxious about driving, so I went to gym earlier than usual.

Just when I was starting to feel more confident about driving through icy rain in the dark, I suddenly lost control and started sliding down a hill. Unable to stop, I crossed the center line. Thankfully there was no opposing traffic. After scary slow-motion weaving, I was finally going straight down the road again. I was thankful to be safe.

Isn’t the spiritual life somewhat like that?

I have my plans and my routines. I’m proceeding confidently on my path, when something makes me change my routine. Then something else throws me off the path. I slip. I slide.

I lose control, but that’s not accurate is it? I lose the illusion of being in control.

If sliding down an icy hill in the dark is what it takes to remind me that I’m not in control after all, that might be a good lesson and a great way to remember it!

All of this was reiterated in today’s first reading, one of my favorite passages from the Old Testament: Is 55:10-11

Thus says the LORD:
Just as from the heavens
the rain and snow come down
And do not return there
till they have watered the earth,
making it fertile and fruitful,
Giving seed to the one who sows
and bread to the one who eats,
So shall my word be
that goes forth from my mouth;
It shall not return to me void,
but shall do my will,
achieving the end for which I sent it.

God’s will be done. 

#control,#ice,#routine,#myplans