I love waking up in the morning to a plan. At work I always have a list of to do’s, follow ups and scheduled appointments. Since I am a lover of relationships I am always trying to connect with everyone possible by scheduling special moments with them. Then of course with kids there are always things happening that need to be on the calendar. But, life is not always something that we can control on a timetable.
Last Sunday in service a flutist played a song that was improvisational and intimate. In musical terms it was a piece that would be called impromptu or spontaneous to the soul. As music is a spiritually transforming relationship for me, the flutes notes in particular brought warmth to my listening ears and chills that spread to my fingers and toes. It was an instance that could not have been an appointment on a daily calendar. My friend calls them innocent and holy intimate encounters with God.
God pursues us through those nostalgic moments that make our heart quicken. When a handsome stranger tells you that you look beautiful in orange or your daily Starbucks Barista tells you that they have noticed your absence because you light up the room. The daily calendar plays out your schedule while the beckoning of Christ is felt by the cool breeze brushing across your shoulder. His presence caresses your heart string while sharing a treasured couple of hours with dear friends who share a common endearment for the Savior.
So many of us have grown up with a violated understanding of love and relationship. Confused on issues of intimacy. Hardened by the pain of love lost. We put things on our schedule to assure that we are in control of what comes next. We try to write out the impromptu music that melodically chimes into our carefully planned lives in order to protect our heart from certain struggle or another love lost. Was it true?
Having past testament of this tragic reality of common humanity it has become somewhat of an adventure of mine to acknowledge God’s happenstance love taps on the back of my daily living. To seek out and pray for loving encounters that speak of God’s intimacy, not the world’s idea of it. To sacrifice unsatisfying physical desire for the soul satisfying bond that is built on “God is Love”.
As my well planned schedule played out in the pages of the hours that passed, I did not miss the impromptu presence of God’s unchanging hands embracing me in the enjoyment of a sunset and a sea of blue. Treasured moments that offer hope to a little girl sometimes lost at sea, sometimes lost in misunderstanding, but always willing to take the risk knowing that the water always comes back to kiss the shoreline.