We have the very best mail carrier. He’s as reliable as the heat in Texas summers. Seven days a week, 365 days a year, he tosses the Waco Tribune Herald on our driveway, and I daresay it lands in almost the same spot every day. Each morning Brad, being the early riser in our family, makes the trek down the driveway to retrieve the paper, and I find it waiting on the breakfast table.
Interestingly enough, I don’t usually read the paper. I might grab a quick glance at a headline or picture, but it’s rare that I sit down an actually read the paper. Most days I opt for a different daily delivery. Even when I have to do it a table at the DFW airport (thus the McD cup).
My quiet time with God.
In today’s rush and hurry world, the demands on our time are too numerous to count. And those same demands on our time, increase our load of worry, anxiety, and stress. If we’re not careful, we find ourselves out of time, out of money, out of energy, out of joy, and sometimes even out of hope.
On my recent trip to Philadelphia, my sister and I visited The Cathedral Basilica of Saints Peter and Paul. Words can’t describe how beautiful the cathedral is. My eyes couldn’t even take it all in – the stained-glass windows, intricately carved woodwork, the magnificent pipe organ, the ceiling that loomed high above us. It was incredible. But what captured my attention the most was this building marker:
Do the quick math with me. Eighteen years, two months, and 14 days. That’s how long it took from when the cornerstone was laid until the church was completed and dedicated. Eighteen years. Eighteen years!
And some days I say I don’t have enough time for a few minutes of quiet time with God.
The words from Job 22:21-22 NKJV remind me, “Now acquaint yourself with Him, and be at peace; thereby good will come to you.”
I need daily delivery. And the busiest days are probably the ones when I’ll need it the most.