Disheveled Theologian: Updates and encouragement
You’re driving in your car and your cell phone rings. You don’t pick it up because you’re a safe driver. You hear the little tone indicating that a message has been left but you leave the phone alone, despite your curiosity, until you pull into the parking lot of your destination. Then, being a couple minutes early because you like to be punctual, you thumb in your fingerprint and voila! There is a message from me.
This is what it says:
“Hi. It’s me. In answer to your question, no, our cat hasn’t returned. Thanks for asking. People have been so nice about that, even posting a picture of a stray cat on Facebook asking if it was her. My calendar tells me that she is due for flea and tick medicine today. Sadness!
“You asked what she looks like: she’s a calico. Lots of brown and white and orange, all mixed up together, legs mostly white. She’s wearing a pink collar with tags, though it may have come off in her wanderings. Yes, we continue to worry, but lots of people have shared friendly stories with us regarding their own cats who have returned after months on the lam. So that’s been encouraging.
“Oh, and yes, my leg is a million times better. I can actually walk up the stairs now without having to take just one step at a time, though doing so still hurts and I look kinda awkward. The bruising has gone down so my leg doesn’t look like a steak anymore, as my 10-year-old described it a couple weeks ago. I still lurch around a little bit and I can’t walk fast or far but the pain is minimal now, and for that I am very thankful.
“OK, better go. Our remaining cat has been eating grass again and now he’s heaving on our new kitchen floor. He’s not the smartest of creatures and I think he misses his mama. Anyway, thanks for your concern. Have a great day!
So there you go: I am well, and it’s lovely that so many have asked. My cat is still lost. But my leg isn’t causing me to limp about like a pirate with a wooden leg anymore, so that’s at least something.
Our oldest child began his senior year of high school on Tuesday. (Yes, I cried.) Wasn’t it just last week that he complained about how hard kindergarten was because “they make us walk in straight lines”! And now he’s deciding where to go to college and heading off to work and getting graduation pictures taken.
I am looking at a very busy autumn. I’m teaching a 10-week adult Sunday School class on the topic of sin. No simple subjects for me, thank you very much. (Help!) In addition, I’m teaching the high school girls at our church on Wednesday nights once a month. My daughter didn’t run away screaming when I told her, so that’s good.
I am also thrilled about something else that is coming up in October. I’m planning, along with a few lovely new friends, an area-wide conference for women! You’ll have to watch for more details in days to come. It’s called Women Seeking God: CREATE. I can’t wait to tell you more about it! Mark your calendars for Oct. 27 and 28!
For now, let me leave you with this passage, which sort of sums up my life right now.
“And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus. To our God and Father be glory for ever and ever. Amen.” Philippians 4:19,20 NIV
How good to know! No matter how crazy life is, how sad or full of pain, God will meet all our needs. All of them. Every. Single. One. How can we not give him glory for ever and ever in response?
I think I’m going to go post that verse on my bathroom mirror. See you next week!
Gretchen O’Donnell is a freelance writer who lives in Worthington with her husband and three children. She has a master’s degree from Bethel Seminary and enjoys writing about the things she sees and applying theological truths to everyday situations. Her column, The Disheveled Theologian, is published weekly. Her email is firstname.lastname@example.org.