I'm beginning to see something. I've heard trite phrases about it, but I'm starting to see it here in my life. God shows up in the out of the ordinary, especially when I make decisions that don't follow my usual pattern of behavior.
I have a new kitten, shouldn't even be here. I dropped her off at the shelter and took Daisy with me. Why on earth would I take Daisy with me to an animal shelter to surrender a stray cat? But that's the reason the cat came back home with us, having Daisy there. Saying yes to her is saying yes to the cat saying yes to God.
The phone rings and it's not a number I recognize. Probably a telemarketer, I think to myself. I pick it up anyway. It's a friend of Jake's from college, who saw my name in her local paper about the new scouting group we're starting. She lives out of state. Who knows why any of that came together. Who knows why I picked up the phone.
I turn on public radio in the car, so sick of Christmas music, and hear a story about something that is meaningful to my experience here on this planet. I sit in the car in the parking lot and cry.
I go on a girl scout camping trip, where nothing is ordinary, expecting and bracing for a hard weekend. Over prepared. Rigid. And then one girl with aspergers and one girl with a developmental disability and several strong personalities, along with 6 women, only one of which I know well, sharing a lodge for a weekend and it is perfect. Why on earth would that be perfect? It should have been awful. It was perfect.
But I let down my guard. Just for a moment. God slips into the space there before I close the door again.
Right now I'm waiting. Waiting for Christmas, but also waiting for what is next in our lives--I will be going back to work as a teacher, either next school year or before, if I find something. Waiting. I hate waiting. Maybe it's putting me on edge and I'm losing my iron-clad grip on routine. God is taking advantage.