Interrupted

There something about me I don't like. I don't like my life being interrupted.

Now, it's not what you might think. You, dear reader, could call me in the middle of the day and I could chat it up for hours. However, if in that call you say, "Hey, I know it's tonight, but could you come up to the church and serve?" I find that something inside me goes askew. This is not a good thing.

(insert transparency)

Just last Saturday, the kids department was short some workers in the 2 year old room. One faithful leader asked me if I would fill the spot. "Sure!" I say with joy, while inside I'm throwing a fit.

Interrupted.

Two days ago, my little neighbor girl asks if she can stay at our house until her dad gets home. "Um, what time will that be sweetie?" "I dunno."

Interrupted.

Some of these interruptions simply need an adjustment of mind. Little budge of attitude and I'm all set. Other times, these interruptions leave me upset, agitated and pert near angry. Those are the times I'm concerned about.

So, what do I do? I ask God, "What the heck's wrong with me? Why do I do that?"

I could fill in the blank.

Pride
Selfish
Lazy
Aloof

But, really, what I have done is forgotten that my life is not my own, I was bought with a price and therefore should honor God with my body. A.K.A.... me. That includes my agenda, whether or not it's big or busy. A bump in the flow of my life needs to be recognized by me that it could be placed there by God and not just there to agitate me.

When I make all things about me, I am by no means doing "nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit." I'm not "considering others better than myself" or "looking out for their interest."

Soooo not Jesus.

So what do I do now? Pay attention. Pay attention to my reaction to different situations and remember that He will provide all I need for life. I just have to make sure I provide Him with a life.