I don't really know if this is blog-appropriate or not but I can't help but share God's sense of humor.
I am very bad at sitting and doing nothing. Ask my roommates. I'm always doing something, working on something, going somewhere, or refreshing some internet page. I don't sit still. I like to be busy. The minute I'm done eating, I'm out of the caf. As soon as there's a pause in the conversation, I excuse myself. Even when going to bed at night, I focus on praying rather than my constant to-do list or the fictional characters running around in my head. I like constant motion.
This whole unemployed thing brings constant motion to a screeching halt.
I am trying to use this opportunity to learn to sit in silence before the Lord. Sit and be still (although, I still wiggle my toes). Turn off the brain (harder than it sounds). Don't write, don't read, don't do anything but listen.
The first afternoon I tried, I fell asleep. I rarely nap during the day and I was sitting on the floor... Two hours later I woke up with a sore neck and no conversation with the Lord.
After dinner, I sat back down on my bedroom floor to try again. I turned off the music. Turned off the computer. Silenced the phone. Put away the notebook. And sat in silence, listening for the quiet whispered. This time I kept my eyes open.
Katie: Ok, God, I'm listening.
And what did I hear?
Someone farting in the bathroom on the other side of the wall. Not just one. My private, silent moment with the Lord was interrupted by someone elses' private, not-so-silent moment.
Katie: Wow, You're funny.
That's one of my favorite things to say to God. A sarcastic, "Wow, You're funny."
Two lessons learned here:
1. God does have a sense of humor.
2. No sitting in silence in the bedroom.
But I'm going to keep trying to sit in silence, as soon as I find a fart-free location where I'm not at risk of falling asleep.
Learning to listen,