I need to focus on classes, on students. I need to focus on my children. I need to focus on meals or my children will graze all the time. In the midst of trying to focus, I realize God is putting a mirror right beside. I am confronted with my own sin, lack of focus, and how much I really need God.
As I questioned my focus, three things happened. An elderly man who lives in my building was whistling in the elevator. Come to think of it, I have never seen this man angry or moody. He seems to genuinely enjoying all that life has to offer. As I thought about him, I wondered if it was because of where he was in life. I think he is retired. I see him outside quite frequently humming, whistling, and riding his motorcycle. Maybe it's the wind in his face that gives him that happy disposition. He has something I want.
My eldest son, Justin woke up the other morning and actually put bowls and spoons on the table for everyone. This is the kid that is starting to go through puberty. I was pleasantly shocked by the whole thing.
Half an hour later, my second son, Aidan, cleaned his room without being asked. Miracles are happening. Small ones, but they are there.
Isn't that just the way it goes? Just as we are trying to focus, God gives us small gifts. The elderly man embodied joy that I need to chase, and my sons actually served our family. I felt hope glimmering through and maybe, just maybe, I can get my heart ready for Easter.