In`dis`tinc´tion (ĭn`dĭs`tĭņk´shŭn)
n.1.
Lack of distinction or distinguishableness; confusion; uncertainty; indiscrimination.

What is Holy? What is Ordinary? God constantly surprises me with His Holy indistinction.

This weekend it was a Holy Blanket, and a Holy Toad. In August- there was Holy Beach,

A Holy Stovetop and Holy Trauma.

I clicked through my on archive- to see if there are "distinctions" between the holy and the everyday. I found- that while it's not always true- it sometimes is. Yet- the times where it is seamless- indistinguishible, are so much more memorable.

I even know when I started to see this kind of moment...when I was a young mom --- I was blessed to read Brother Lawrences' classic "Practicing the Presense Of God"

Reading that book-changed my view of the world. As a mom I had so often struggled to have time with God- to listen to him... because I was always being interrupted. (Lets face it- as an old mom- now- I still am;)

When I read of Brother Lawrences approach of considering every moment God filled- and finding God's voice in washing dishes etc.... I knew I had found a key to my relationship with Him. There would never be enough time "with God" if it had to fit my "mold". You know- sitting piosly at the break of day- on my knees in fervent prayer...... my hands folded over my bible.... children and spouse resting in bed- housework complete- breakfast warm and ready....

Those moments have been few and far between.... Like YEARS between. It just doesn't play out that way- in my life. I remember feeling disappointed frustrated--- but then-

I started to look for God in every moment....and He was there.

Sometimes in a whisper- sometimes in a pleading prayer- sometimes quiet- but always- there.

This morning- I was packing for MOPS Convention- (see previous post) I started to rip the house apart--- because I couldn't find my "Official" Name tag. "I have to have my name tag--- how will people know me?" I thought... As I made messes and dumped tote bags, I prayed. I asked that God would help me find it.

Instead- He gently reminded me- that this week isn't about Me. My name isn't what matters this week- it's about Him, worshipping Him, hearing from Him, and serving, Him. The Name tag that I need to be wearing- is one not made of plastic- but of Love- His love.

This morning-when I read the CWO Quote---- I realized- that is my greatest desire- but also my greatest pleasure. The moments that are seamless- where sacred and secular are interwined... indistinguishible----those are the moments- where He is glorified- and I am transformed- in heart and action. It's where I start to understand the things I've learned- and see them not as "lessons or Bible stories"--- but as the bread of life- the common everyday- bread of life- that sustains- with it's presense at every meal (although it's sometimes in the form of pasta for this Italian girl;).

Deuteronomy 6:5-9

"Love the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. These commandments that I give you today are to be upon your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. Write them on the doorframes of your houses and on your gates."