Friday, January 14, 2011

God, Interrupted

Knock, knock.

Who's there?

The Interrupting Rachel.

The Interrupting Rach—



Yes, well. It's not quite as bad as all that. But I've learned that I'm a bit of an interrupter. It's not because I really mean to, and I'm not trying to be rude. And I know I do it, but I only catch myself as I'm doing it, not in the moment before. Inconvenient.

Here's what happens: I have a thought. The thought doesn't just slowly rise to the surface like most thoughts. No, my thoughts tend to bubble right out of my head through my mouth at the exact moment I think them. This is inconvenient, not just because I'm going to interrupt the current speaker with my bubbly thought, but because my bubbly thought has yet to be, well, thought through. This results in an interruption, typically with something half-baked and silly.

It's just like this blog post. This morning, I thought about how I'm pretty sure I interrupted some people Wednesday night at a meeting (sorry, Worship and Creative Arts Ministry leaders!). In the very next moment, I started blogging about it. Hopefully this isn't half-baked and silly.

The reason I blurt and interrupt with my bubbling thoughts is that, as quickly as they come to the surface, they disappear. I feel like if I don't get it out there, that idea will be lost forever. That happens a lot. I'm an idea-y person. My thought isn't more important than someone else's; it just feels more urgent because I know how temporary my thoughts are. I'm sure I would be much more polite if I just kept a little notebook or something in my purse. I'll have to look into that...but I'm sure I'll forget by the time I'm done posting this.

Good thing I'm writing it down, huh?

Anyway, I thought about interrupting people, and now I'm thinking about whether or not I interrupt God. God put The Lazy Christian on my heart several years ago. It was his idea. But in the past few years, I've also had lots of other ideas—scripts, novels, inventions, you name it. I haven't started on them in earnest, but because they bubbled up to the top quickly, I had to devote energy to developing them enough that I wouldn't forget them completely.

Yeah, I'm kind of interrupting God.

His ideas are better, but mine are more fleeting. He hasn't finished his thought yet because I'm bouncing along to my next idea. I'm interrupting his plans—plans that I know are far superior to mine—but somehow I just can't stop myself.

And I hear you saying, "Take every thought captive, Rach. That'll keep 'em from bubbling over." Yes, yes. Easier said than done. My thoughts are kind of willy-nilly in here, and it's tough to hang onto them long enough to inspect them. My thoughts are bubbly and quick. Does anyone have slower, more deliberate thoughts? I'd love to know what that looks like!

And are you interrupting God in your life, too? Are you putting aside his plans for your own?


Knock, knock.

Who's there?

The NON-Interrupting Rachel.

Yeah, right.

*sigh* Even my jokes don't think I can change.


  1. True story: A couple days ago I said to my husband, "I think I'm gonna write a blog post titled 'My Most Annoying Habits.' Number one? I interrupt people ALL the time!! I seriously could've written the first part of this post word for word!

    I would have to say my husband is much more of a deliberate thinker. It's one of the reasons I keep him around. ;) I like to use being a "new" mom as an excuse for my scatterbrain - I wonder how long I can milk it??

    Ok, off to write my post.. ;)

  2. That's hilarious! Let me know when you finish it and I'll link to you!

  3. Oh, girl! You need to get your hands on the study I'm doing: The Interrupted Life!

    Your post so reminds me of what I've learned so far. It's going to be such a good one.

  4. I interrupted my husband yesterday and he went insane. He was telling me that our kids told him they had gotten him a father's day present. I totally stopped listening at that point and blurted out "oh wait a second, let me finish what I'm doing and I get mine and we'll open them!"

    He looked at me with this face of just shock and then said "why do I have to wait a second" and walked off. I finished making his coffee and gave it to him. At that point he was really angry that I interrupted him and it just started this whole horrible downward spiral of him being in a rage, me saying I'm sorry over and over again and a ruined fathers day.

    Of course we also were going on vacation the same day so let me just say that the drive was not pleasant.

    It has gone from me interrupting him to me being a horrible person who can't be trusted and other really mean things that I don't want to repeat.

    If I had only just let him finish, none of this would have happened.

    I feel horrible and this vacation is ruined. I ruined it just by interrupting.

    If that's not a lesson than I don't know what one is.


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