The Gospel of Matthew

I spent much of today planning food and exercise. The whole routine is complicated, and by the time I had finished and bought groceries, I was exhausted. Light rain was falling. People waited under the eaves for it to stop, but I walked out toward the bus stop.

I had prepared lunch early this morning because I planned to visit a phone repair shop at noon. My phone had been restarting repeatedly. As I boarded the bus, clouds gathered. The moment I got off, rain poured down. Even people with umbrellas waited under shelter.

I was not frightened, though I did wonder whether the laptop in my bag would get wet. After deciding it would probably be all right, I stepped into the rain. It could soak my clothes and bag, but it could not take away my resolve to reach the place I was going. Walking there alone made me feel more certain. I remembered a line from scripture I had read that morning: to those who have, more will be given; from those who have little, even that may be taken away.¹

Perhaps what I hold firm to grows stronger. Once I chose to keep going, the rain stopped being the thing I noticed most. I cared more about reaching my destination than getting wet. With that attitude, the walk felt easier.

Some days I feel spent; on others I am full of determination. Unexpected things have been constant along the way. If I keep going through them, my world may widen. I should stay alert.