I feel an inner twinge when the volume of the television or radio is changed from an even number to an odd number, unless, of course, it's an increment of five. I panic a little when the air conditioning is set on an odd number, again with the exception of increments of five. I even prefer to eat things in even numbers like for example, peanut M&Ms, my favorite.
So, carrying on the theme of number disturbances I always loved our family of four. A nice, round number, and even my favorite. I always thought if our family grew it would need to be from two to four because three children just wouldn't work for me.
He gave me a glimpse into what 3 is like...and I loved it and would do anything to have it back right now.
3 is outside my box, perhaps it's just because of the way odd is defined.
Odd: different from what is usual or expected, strange.
I like usual. I like expected. I'm not much for strange. These things give me the feeling of control.
Why do I gravitate towards the mirage of control? Because I think I want predictable, routine. But when I risk and I realize it's okay, better even, to be "odd", that's when I see Him. Because He is found in the letting go, in the unevenness of life, the laying down idols.
So as the future unfolds according to the Master Planner, I will be seeking more odd, more different, more unusual and more unexpected. Jesus did. Love does.
One thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.