Interruptions

Anxiety greeted me as I opened my eyes to begin the day. I think I went to sleep this way. Anxious and fretful about all the things I fear I've neglected. I dreamed all night. There have been so many interruptions, from phone calls to business needs to physical ailments.
 
Unfinished quilt stares at me from my craft table. A blank page reminds me that March was going to be the month that I wrote every day. I have five minutes to type this post and get ready for an appointment.
Is there a message for me in all this?

I read InCourage blog. Guess what the topic is?
Interruptions.
Can I see God in the interruptions?
 
I thought back to the phone call I received this morning from a friend I hadn't talked to in ages. She was in crisis.
"I know I can count on you, even if we haven't talked in a long time."

She went on to tell me something I had said to her 20 years ago, a little thing, but she never forgot. It was seeing her through now. We talked for a long time and I said a prayer for her before we hung up.

Do I see Him in this interruption? The vacuum cleaner still stands at attention waiting to be used. Laundry lies on the floor, kitchen table crowded needing to be cleared....

Moses had a lot to do, too. A burning bush interrupted him. He turned aside and his life was changed.

When will I ever learn that holy interruptions are the things life is made of. Sometimes they are the lenses through which we get a glimpse of movement in the heavenlies.

Give me eyes to see and ears to hear, Lord, in my ordinary days, that my own bushes may be alight with a flicker of your Presence.