Boring Isn't Bad

Disclaimer: This post was written in two parts. Two vastly different parts.

Part 1:
Day 2 of Summer Vacation is akin to Day 2 of Christmas Vacation with kids.

A resounding chorus of "I'm bored!" echoes through the house as you start your own countdown to the parental celebration known as School Starts Back.

I suppose I was the same way as a kid myself.

But I'm not a kid anymore.

Nor do I have kids still living at home.

So I now find those days with nothing to do, nowhere to go, and nothing on the horizon rather.....
MARVELOUS!

Boring isn't bad.

In fact, a day with no crises (and plenty of time to confirm that the plural of crisis is indeed crises), is a respite from the Lord, a time of rest to just enjoy the wonder of it all.

String together three or four such days in a row and you have a true vacation!

It was needed.

Not for all that I'd been dealing with, but what was to come.

You don't have to look very far to confirm that we are in the End Times. No longer calling sin sin, we now have highly influential people telling us the Bible is outdated. Acceptance is key, no matter what His Word tells us.

It turns brother against brother. Father against son. Us against Him.

In such times we must remain vigilant...and faithful.

And when we have such times that we have no dilemmas, no drama..we certainly shouldn't create any.

I treasure my mountaintop experiences. Sometimes it seems like a rolling meadow, a glen, as there's no excitement, no "high". But time with the Lord, when you feel like you can just relax, is not only NOT boring, it is the apex of worship.

Part 2:
My respite was not short; it lasted a few days. But it literally ended in the midst of my post.

Over a week later (two weeks?) I'm finishing it up while sitting in a waiting room to see a specialist with my youngest daughter.

A family member had a medical scare the day of the post and set off a chain of events that hasn't stopped.

Susan left the domestic violence shelter and got back with her abuser. For crack.

Scooter went to jail.

Daniel needed a tent as he was headed back to the streets.

I met two new men. One, with a pickle tattooed on his face, was new to town and living under the bridge. Another was passed out drunk by a trash can.

The phone started ringing several times a day again.

Another family emergency.

Three community hospital visits.

We were able to help the two new ones. And Daniel.

But what do I do for Susan and Scooter? They want help but not the kind of help they need.

They NEED Jesus.

And they keep rejecting Him.

I'll keep loving them, though.

And looking forward to some BORING times to come.