Your next turn.

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New Year, new office.

Sort of.

I wanted to fit a round table in my office for small meetings, and it required me to move some things around.

Most notably, my desk has shifted across the room, and is turned completely perpendicular to its old orientation.

I love it.

Now I can see out the window instead of having it at my back.

It’s giving me a whole new outlook on 2015!

Ever hear someone say: “I made a big change in my life!  I totally did a 360”?

That is, of course, absurd, since that means turning around in a circle, ending up where you started.

I’ve heard many others say, “I’ve done a whole 180 with my life!”

Which is admirable.  Some folks need to stop what they’re doing, do an about face, and head back the way they’ve come.

Not me.  I think I’m more of a 90 degrees kind of guy.

I don’t want to abandon all forward progress.  I don’t want to just retrace my old steps.

But from time to time I do need a shifted perspective, a new outlook.

A different angle on things.

What about you? What’s your next turn?

Remember the Byrds hit, “Turn, Turn, Turn”?

“To everything, Turn, Turn, Turn.
There is a season, Turn, Turn, Turn.
And a time to every purpose under Heaven.”

Those words, adapted from Ecclesiastes, remind me it’s good to take a turn from time to time.

If we could treat the course corrections and rearrangements of our lives as spiritual disciplines, we may find ourselves (literally) in a better position to be disciples.

That’s a notion that warms my heart, these cold early days of 2015.

But it’s something to remember…

even when it’s 90 degrees.

Have a great week,

Mitch

 

Many wombs.

womb

My bed…

never feels more comfortable than three minutes before my alarm goes off.

The sheets are the perfect temperature.  My body has conformed itself perfectly to the mattress.

The room is quiet.

I’ll lie there, in the 8 minutes between snoozes, wondering why I would ever climb out of this womb and into the harsh day.

Somehow, I force myself to stand up. The day begins.

Later, I hit

the shower…

If I could live in the shower, I would.  Warm water in a closed, safe environment.  Frequently the length of my shower is determined by how long the hot water lasts.  I give birth to most of my ideas in the shower. Another womb, that I hate to leave.

Somehow, I dry myself off.

I climb into

my car..

It’s messy, but it’s mine.

That 30 minute commute is me time.  I listen to books on tape.  I think.  Sometimes I pray.

I may be traveling 75 mph, but inside my car, I’m cozy.  Comfortable.

I pull into the parking lot and take a deep breath.  Yet again, another womb I hate to leave.

I step into

my office…

It’s a nice office, with a desk and a table and a closet.

It’s about as messy as my car, but it’s mine.

I plop down in my chair and check my e-mail.  I feel at home here.

But I can’t stay in this womb, either.  I have meetings to attend, events to plan, visits to make.

So I step out onto the street, and make my way downtown.

Out, finally, into

the world…

It’s cold today.

There’s no buffer between me and everybody and everything.

No separation between me and buildings and cars and trees.

And then I hear one tree in the parking lot across the street.

Its leaves rustle with the cool wind, and I am astounded to find myself

yet again in the presence of God.

And I remember:

The world is a womb.

What will God give birth to today?

Have a Great Week,

Mitch