My coworker and friend said to me the other day, "Kelly, your God is doing something in this lab. You better keep praying."
As much as I was encouraged by the fact that those words came out of his mouth, I think it really was a word for me. God is doing something. It's so easy for me to get caught up in coming and going from work, in sitting at a desk staring into space for half of the day wondering why I'm here, in making plans and reading books to prepare for students to come in the Fall, in wondering when I'll shop and what I'll cook for dinner, in trying to muster up the right words to say to my friends who are hurting so badly...that I forget. I forget that my God is actually doing something.
Three times, in the last month or so, I've laid down in my bed after a long, usually uneventful but busy day, and have had the thought: Does God really exist? Because, if He does, why I am I doing all that I'm doing? Or rather, what whole new meaning does that bring to the things that I worry about and put my energy towards?
And almost simultaneously, I've gotten an overwhelming sense of God's presence. And suddenly I think: By golly, He does exist. And it's like, for a brief second, I have a whole new pair of eyes.
God is doing something. In this lab. In my apartment. In my family. In my life. In this world. And sometimes, the thought of it is a little too much to take in. I better keep praying. :)
PC?
Anyone know why this layout looks really bad on a PC but great on a Mac? I may have to change it afterall. Sad day.
