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My Five Minute Friday (Posted on Monday) and commentary to follow.

To quote the Gypsy Mama

“On Fridays around these parts we stop, drop, and write.

For fun, for love of the sound of words, for play, for delight, for joy and celebration at the art of communication.

For only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. Unscripted and unedited. We just write without worrying if it’s just right or not.”

The unexpected happens.

In an odd way the unexpected is expected. Sometimes it is good, sometimes…

The unexpected scares me, worries me, drives me to anxiety unless I make real the knowledge that nothing catches God as unexpected – only I am qualified to use that word. And though the unexpected can be scary, lonely, frigid – it can never be that for my Lord. So the consolation comes.

My God will supply all of my needs according to His expected riches in glory. Sometimes that looks like the gentle smile of understanding from one set of eyes to another. Sometimes that looks like the change of impossible circumstances. And sometimes it looks like me, my physical eyes squeezed shut while my spiritual eyes see Jesus: gentle, strong, trustworthy, confident. While my body exudes panic or hurt, short quick burst of breath that try to contain sobs, my spirit pushes into His – and he speaks peace to the storm. Always, unexpected is accompanied by the expected presence of my Jesus.

Just speak his name: you can expect His peace.

I wrote this “five minutes” on friday, in the midst of being sick.  Whammed with a sinus and ear infection, I went to the Dr. on Wed.  Only to find out that my thyroid is enlarged.  That might explain a few things…  I have been overloaded with exhaustion and it has left me feeling, out of place, unproductive, wondering if I really am sick or am I wallowing in a fabulous pity party?

You see, exhaustion for me, is unexpected and it gets in the way of all that I want to do.  I could feel myself physically melting into the couch and emotionally hibernating.  What do you do when you are forced to wait on your physical frame?  You learn to be quiet.  Apparently I don’t do as well at this as I thought!

But restoring oneself can take time.  And I remember that time is no constraint for God, just as nothing is unexpected.  If I dwell with Him he will set all things straight and send me out again!  Like Elijah, maybe I just need some sleep and a few good meals before I hear again that still small voice.

Resting in the unexpected!

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