in the nick of time

i sit here with my real coffee late in the evening listening to vivaldi.. i am not supposed to have cafine after lunch if i want to sleep, but i am addicted. mostly i don't have any in the evening but it is the end of the week, i worked till five, still have a meeting to go to, and coffee goes well with the sun skimming the top of the corn tassels and the four seasons. dennis cat is warming my left arm as i type. there were a few house keeping tasks to do before sun down so i put the clothes in the dryer, started filling the sink to wash dishes, gathered all the trash and then decided i need a little jt blocks. after one game something niggled at the back of my mind and i went to the kitchen just in the nick of time. both sides of my double sink were full to the top and the water still running. sigh that's when i decided i needed a little caffine.

i love the way eugene peterson has translated (loosely) the psalms. in chapter 107 he describes some of the fixes people can get themselves into or find themselves in. and there it is-- at the end of each dilema..... then, in your desperate condition, you called out to GOD. He got you out in the nick of time; i just wonder how many times we get rescued in the nick of time without realizing it. i wander around oblivious to lots of things. i never hear the dryer bell ring telling me to get my clothes out now so i don't have to iron them... i always have to iron. pots boil over. once my truck ran out of oil. once i had to surriptiously go down to kings and buy cat food on the sabbath. if that happens in my physical life, what is going on in my spiritual life which is even less tangible?

i need his parenting always.