Wow, getting coffee was an adventure this morning as several of the routes to the Starbucks on the way to work are now torn up. Wisconsin's second season: Road Construction.
Venti extra-hot vanilla latte firmly in hand, I'm ready to start the day, or more correctly, end the week. The last six weeks or so have been fifty hour weeks at work (with about three more to come), but I've successfully avoided working on the weekends during that time.
In an odd way, because things at work have been so busy, I've given myself permission to slow down at home. Much more take-out than home-cooked, smaller, more frequent loads of laundry rather than one big session, minimum house maintenance rather than whole-house spring cleaning. The tendon injury is helping that slowdown process.
The syndicated radio station I listen to is having their annual pledge drive this week, and part of the patter this morning is the idea of not limiting God - in what He can do through the pledge drive, or in anything at all. We have this tendency, I think, to try to reduce God to something we can understand. In the process, we put limits on what we expect Him to accomplish. We don't allow for the miraculous, for things done in ways we could never have anticipated, for results beyond our wildest dreams. The shame of it is that we also limit what we expect God to do in our lives, our character. We miss what He wants to do in and for us because our expectations are low.
So, for this weekend at least, I'm thinking on the idea of "no limits". Expecting the unexpected, taking down the artificial walls I may have put up around the God who keeps the universe held together. Who knows what may happen!
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