Sometimes I learn about God and about a life of faith in the most unexpected places. Often in the most mundane places. I find that so often God speaks to me in the boring parts of a glorious life. I guess it’s no wonder that Jesus commanded us to “consider the lilies,” (Luke 12:27), is it?
Just a couple days ago, God spoke to me in a mundane part of my life. I was at home and getting ready to go upstairs to get something (I don’t remember what that was any more). As I got up and headed towards the stairs, Mischief – one of our cats – decided to race me.
But Mischief didn’t know where I was headed. He headed out at top speed, knowing that he would win the race to the downstairs bathroom. And, of course, he did win – sort of. Except that I didn’t race him.
I Didn’t Get Sucked into His Race
I knew where I was headed and just kept going to my destination. I let him win his little race with no competition. After all, winning that race was of no value to me. I had no need to win a race to a place I wasn’t headed.



