Even in the Small Things
Last Sunday night my friend Darrell Evans (worship leader; we use his music a lot at our retreats) was playing in town and Stasi and I had been looking forward to it. Even bought tickets in advance.
But then the weekend took its usual toll, and we were both tired and in that Sunday evening place of "time to veg." We made the mistake of settling into a good movie when Stasi suddenly asked, "What time is it?" It was 7:51. Darrell was starting at 8:00. Across town.
I was about to run up the white flag when Stasi said, "We should go. I want to go." I wanted to protest. Make excuses. So I quickly did what I often do—what I have learned to do from many mistakes—I paused, and internally I asked Jesus what he wanted us to do.
He said, "Go."
So we went.
And it was awesome. Just what we needed—a really intimate evening of great worship. And a chance to reconnect afterwards with Darrell. Honestly, it felt like one of a thousand little rescues this year simply from asking Jesus what he has for us. Even in the small things. Even when I don't really want to.
"You show me the path to life" (Psalm 16:11). Every time.