At 7:56 Sunday evening I hopped in the car with my oldest son to quickly run to town and check my post office box. We had been out of town for a few days and I was trying to start the week organized.
Just as we were leaving he realized he forgot something and ran back into the house.
Waiting in the car, I grabbed my phone, because what else are you going to do when you are stuck waiting for 2 minutes in the car, right?
But I had just heard a brief discussion with Sara Hagerty (You guys. I am sure to tell you more about all of this later, but her latest book comes out next month and it’s incredible!) where she talked about how to invite God into our in-between moments. I don’t remember her exact words but she was talking about her tendency to pick up her phone and maybe scroll Instagram or check e-mail while she was nursing her baby.
We might not all be nursing a baby, but we all have those in-between moments, right? I knew exactly what she was talking about.
But her question, her challenge, was this:
What if we put down our phones and decided to invite God into that moment instead? What might that look like?
Her gentle prodding caught my attention. This wasn’t any giant social media fast, no flag-waving, foot-stomping battle cry, just a simple invitation. What if we traded a few of those moments, a few of those distractions and were a little more mindful with our time?
Sitting in my car now, I stopped short and set my phone back down. I asked God about 7:56pm on a Sunday. Could you really have something for me here, at 7:56, God? These two minutes I have while my kid runs inside, do they matter to you?
I asked God to bless these precious alone minutes I would have, running to town with only my oldest boy. And I left it at that.
My son hopped in the car and I never thought another thing of it. We talked about the hanging baskets that are overflowing and awkward right now and we made other small talk while we drove the few miles to town. But then he asked if I noticed those two women at lunch – the one who had an eye-catching slit up the side of her dress and the other whose dress was completely backless.
Yes, I noticed. I had forgotten about it until now, but I noticed.
“Is it good for ladies to dress that way, mom?”, he asked innocently, sincere.
And then God just unfolded the most beautifully organic conversation. We talked about about our innate hunger to be seen and known. We discussed what humility looks like, what modesty of the heart looks like, and what loving others right where they are looks like.
It wasn’t until our drive home that I remembered, I had invited God into 7:56. He had work for me to do at 7:56. He needed me to be aware, mindful of Him, at 7:56 pm on a Sunday.
I’m not sure how many times I’ve missed Him, friend, how many times I’ve chosen mindless scrolling when I could have chosen a moment with Him. But I’m thankful for this timely reminder.
Can we bravely ask ourselves these questions today?
How can we make a little more room for Him today? How can we invite him into our small, in between moments?
What if it matters more than we even realize?
Here is to re-claiming more minutes and inviting Him into all of it. Bravely.
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