In Transit

Jesus is risen; I’m in transit and all’s right with my world . . .

Yesterday was filled with random things dictated by luck, chance, the structure of the day, the agenda of the coming days and the whims of the moment – pretty much like any other day.

So a happy haircut in a nearby mall and a haircutter who would talk theology unknowingly to the two women ministers seated before him – the man had scissors in his hand, so I kept my own counsel – mostly.

Overpacked, I struggle to haul all the worldly goods that I cannot possibly live without for my time away, only to realize that I really could live without all of it.  Object lesson: in this life, carry not merely that which you can carry, but that which you want to carry.

Rhonda and I sit side by side on the couch, each with computer on our laps – friendship in the 2010's looks a wee bit different than it did back in the day – and so here we are, content to spend some random time together, collectively rearranging our blog layouts, listening to Rhonda’s giggling granddaughter, and enjoying this life in which our paths cross only briefly, but with such joy when they do.

May your own transits be blessed this day and always.