I am reminded from time to time that I need to make time for solitude in my busy days. Yet some days, circumstances just seem to work against finding this time.
This morning, I was heading out to Gatecrashers – our 6:30 am prayer time at church. I was even running on time. Then I did something stupid. I decided to let the dog out for a few minutes so she could do her business outside rather than in her kennel. I had not forgotten that yesterday our fence was taken down so it could be rebuilt but I thought that a few minutes would be enough and then I would call her and she would come. I am sure she was out only 5 minutes. I called her but she did not come. I went to the front door and called there, but no dog. Then I hopped in the car and began to drive around the neighbourhood. Driving around calling for a runaway dog is not conducive to either talking to God or listening to him. Finally, I decided that I might as well go home and give up on both the dog and on making it to Gatecrashers. I drove up the driveway and there she was – safely in the back yard as if she had never left.
I did make it to the church. God was present in our midst in spite of my crazy morning.