Living in a house of 30+ kinda looks like this:
A couch full of girls cuddling, talking, and watching a movie. The guys playing the guitar non-stop. Someone’s crying outside. The kitchen has 2 people in a deep conversation and about 5 making pancakes and coffee. The downstairs bathroom is in use and the room next to it has a couple people watching a movie. As you walk upstairs there are a couple people doing laundry and you can hear someone else snoring. You can also hear music coming from the bathrooms and 10 girls are getting ready in the 3 mirrors. Outside of the bathrooms you can hear people arguing about Enneagram compatibility and someone coughing because a sickness is going around. There are people everywhere. Quiet time means headphones ALL the way up sitting where ever the least amount of people are and still someone will find you for a conversation and I admit as much as this is an annoyance, I do the exact same thing. It’s what living with 30+ people looks like. It’s reality. And tbh this reality of CONSTANT noise has helped me come to one of the best realizations about Jesus’ character.
Constantly in the Bible Jesus is going somewhere, doing something, a man with a plan, He always has a purpose, and yet no
matter how important what He is doing is He is interrupted. And the people who interrupt Him have no shame for stopping the flow of the Son of God and the Son of God doesn’t mind AT ALL to be interrupted. For example in Luke 18, Jesus is on his way to Jericho with many following. Yet, the blind beggar calls out to be healed. And I look at this and think about the times where I have been doing something so minuscule like watching Netflix and Ryan walks in and it is annoying because he interrupted my plans. Or when I think I am having an important conversation and someone joins and now I am annoyed because the conversation won’t go as I wanted or I am in quiet time and I feel the tap on my shoulder or my name and now I am not doing what I planned. The point is Jesus is interruptible
and I am not. It didn’t matter where He was going or what He was doing. He was willing to sit and talk. He was willing to love on the people who interrupted. And I guess this is something I have started to learn to be. That when things are not in my control or going as planned. To breathe. To pray. To remember it is God’s timing. To let the new conversations flow. To become someone who is open and approachable always, just like Jesus is. And something that has helped me is asking where are the places I need to become more interruptible. Where do I need to slow down, pull back on the reigns and see what God is doing there. Be interruptible always.
