Drop by Drop
This
morning I awoke with yesterday's unsettled decisions like left over laundry
twisted and clammy in the dryer - matters and quandaries I should have
sorted out and settled before I went to bed. My morning prayer was not
effective because my mind never left the tumbled disarray of unsolved
mysteries. The simplest disciplines of the morning became major; the grapefruit
knife had fallen down into the workings of the dishwasher, the top of
the cereal container had become wedded to its base and refused to pop
open unto usage - little things magnified by the stuff left over that
I couldn't settle. Then I picked up the milk pitcher and reached into
the refrigerator for the milk carton and in that decisive moment remembered
I had meant to get milk, but had not. My hand moved toward the milk carton
in slow motion dreading to find it light of weight and empty of milk.
There was a bit slushing around in the bottom - I poured it praying, "Oh
Lord please let it be enough milk for the cereal," and, to my amazement,
there it was - drop by drop it filled the pitcher. Tossing the empty carton
into the garbage, I considered the technique by which God had answered
my need. Maybe He planned to handle those other matters in the same way,
drop by drop. "Lord, in the miracle of prayer, there is nothing in
this day you and I can't handle - drop by drop. So, let's get to it! Amen
and amen!"
Excerpt from
"Jeannette Clift George, From Center Stage"
