out of place

It was long passed dinner when I noticed the toaster on the porch. The eldest said, “it was on fire.” I didn’t push passed that.  I figured since it had recently combusted, I had not business carrying it.

Then early morning, the eldest daughter asks for toast;  I look long and hard for that toaster. Out of place.

Most everything seems out of place. We are sheltered in place yet the absolutely everything else seems out of place. Trips to the grocery feel like preparing for battle, and trips to church seem a cherished commodity we have forgone. Our homes have become our fortress and our calendars our gift.  

What is still in place? If we are fortunate enough not to fight this virus first-hand, we have found ourselves with time to discover. Books have come down off shelves.  Projects have found completion. Hands have had time to cook and pray and hold others, even at a distance. Our world feels on fire, our Father feels close.

So much has gotten in the way of Him.  He has felt out of place. Not today. Today we don’t have to search for Him.   And today His message is being heard in the silence.

Always Here.  Always Available.  Always Good.  
Always Ready.  Always Listening and Always and forever, Ours.