It's funny how the hectic things of life can make us value the simple even more.
Life has been, in the least, a whirlwind of uncertainly and upset of late. Lots of changes at church - good ones, but still unsettling as we all get used to the new normal. Life at home as been a blur as my daughter comes and goes to the city to work in the difficult environment of an inner city school under some administrators, who in my humble opinion, aren't very good at working with people.
Life at my office is uncertain as I wait to hear if I will have a position in the spring and can never get a definitive answer. Health issues swirl about - mine and others - a friend with breast cancer again, loss of an uncle to heart failure, the failing health of my parents and those of my friends' parents. Yep - life seems chaotic at best.
And yet, there are the simple things that give me pause and help me to remember that God is not, as I am so fond of saying, running around heaven saying, "oh my goodness, what will I do; I've lost control of Susan's life." This morning it was a simple bowl of oatmeal - not the little instant baggie size, but real, out of the good old Quaker Oats box, cooked oatmeal with raisins and walnuts. Not a bad find in a household that desperately needs to go to the grocery - enough raisins and walnuts and cinnamon to spice up the oatmeal to perfection. Then there was the quiet house to sit and eat it in and read my Bible as I prepare to leave for Washington for the Neuroscience meetings - AND I still have three hours at least before the cab picks me up to pack. May sound small to you - but these are big things to me - time, oatmeal, quiet.
And as I leave, I know my daughter is not only safely in His care, but safely in his care. I'm pretty grateful for these simple things that ground me to who I am and even more than that, to who He is.