It was 95 degrees and humid on Friday. As I drove home from the seacoast, about 2 in the afternoon, I passed through a section of Vermont where there was road work being done. I saw the orange cones but no workers and felt relief, thinking that the state had given the outside crews an emergency day off. A few miles up the road though, I realized that they had just moved and saw them working, laying new tar on one side of the road. It actually made me feel a little sick seeing these very hot, stressed-out men outside on the black top.
I used to believe that I alone was responsible for setting a schedule and sticking to it, no matter what, in order to accomplish what I felt was important. The concept of a “heat day” or a “snow day” was inconceivable. Only undisciplined, lazy people took days off, and I secretly feared that I was both, so I set routines for myself and did not veer from them in order to stay on the straight and narrow; to somehow prove that I was a “good person”.
It never occurred to me, that because I was in this world, this universe, that even extreme heat was a part of the flow of my life, offering guidance to move in a direction (possibly of no movement!). I have come to see that God speaks/offers guidance in infinite ways; through people, books, songs, breakdowns, stubbed toes, dreams, and even through the weather. When I forget that I am connected to all, when I think that I am just this singular little “unit” out here alone slugging it out, life feels like one big obstacle.
I read something by Elbert Hubbard once, and I am sure that he was saying it facetiously when he wrote, “Life is just one damned thing after another!” Life is not something that must be “overcome”, it is something to be embraced. We are either flowing with life or struggling against it, enjoying the trip or having a rough ride. Either way, the choice is ours. What will you choose today?