Yesterday was my first day of work after five days off. I filled it with bullets related to the coming week, Advent, and January, and I spent hours anxious that none of the work was getting done well, or even that it was the right work to be doing. In short, I spent the day in my head.
Then, returning to the church for an evening meeting, I ran into a student doing some homework at the coffee shop across the street, waiting for her weekly volunteer tutoring commitment to start . We talked for only a couple of minutes, mostly catching up, but it’s no exaggeration to say that it turned my day around. I went into my evening meeting in a different head space than the one I’d spent the day in.
There are clues scattered across our days about the things that make us come alive and the work we ought to be doing.