Most days I am caring for five grandchildren and their mom, who is mending with a broken leg. My expected twin grandchildren could come at any time, as well. I feel like I'm on call. To be on call means to be waiting but ready with a plan of action. I find myself escaping into a good book when it's quiet. So, I'm wondering if God feels like He is on call. Here we are, His children with a myriad of life experiences, praying to Him when we feel helpless. In the good times He does a lot of waiting while we forget to thank Him for glorious, smooth sailing weather. Then the call comes. We need help, now. I so appreciate that He "says love" most of the time. When I hear or read His words I let them embrace me.
The words we say to each other are powerful. Truly we wrap them around our hearts when they are kind and uplifting. Unfortunately we also wrap them around us when the words we hear are harsh and cruel. I am monitoring what I say, carefully, these days. And I am not complaining about being on call. Noting what goes through my mind is my way of keeping above water. It helps me stay in ready mode. I wonder what tomorrow will bring?