Continuity

I was having a bad day.  These seemed to be fairly frequent lately, and I was resorting back to the truth I learned a few years ago, that God not only wants to change our lives He wants to change our day.

So before I went into work I stopped at Starbucks. I sat down with a cup of coffee and my journal and began to just pour out my frustrated heart to Papa God.  I was pissed.  And I wanted Him to know. 

I wanted Him to speak in a new way... because I had adapted to His touch.  I was taking the wind for granted. It was my fault.  But I wanted Him to do a new thing.

And as I was talking to Him, in the middle of the busyness of Starbucks, above the drone of dozens of voices I heard a word.

Concrete.

Out of nowhere.  Like someone had just reached into a conversation and extracted this one, hard word. 
And then handed it to me.

"Hey, did you drop this word?  I think it belongs to you."

I wrote the word down.

A few seconds later, incongruent fell to the floor.  With a loud smack.  I felt the Spirit pick up the old, familiar word, breaking it in two, and offering it to me as congruent. 

Alert and slightly bewildered, I wondered about what was happening.  I had been praying for open ears.  Asking God to speak in new ways.  Here He was then, in the middle of my chaos and pity, isolating syllables and "C" words.  Effectively stealing my attention.

Consistent.

My pen paused on my paper.  This was a joke, right?  I was making things up now.  But I knew the significance behind these words.  They were resonating with my Spirit and I knew they were mine.  "C" words with my name written all over them.

I got ready to go to work.  I closed my journal got ready to stand up and leave.  Then I heard it.

My fourth word.

Continuity.

I knew the basic meaning of the word.  But to say I was confused by the whole experience was an understatement.  And so I texted a friend and my sister and asked for the exact definition of the word.

Consistent whole.  Edurance.  Permanence. 

My heart was flooded.

Absolutely flooded. 

I put all four words in the pockets of my heart.

I knew God would do something with them.  I knew He was doing something with them.  Very rarely does He introduce me to His work as He's first starting.  Papa God gets a good head start, breaks some ground, finds a rhythm.

And then taps me on the shoulder. Come look at this.  I think you'll like it.

I still don't know what my words mean.  The definitions are clear, but their implications on my life are not.

I stopped today to look up the word continuity again.  I took a deeper look and found that it has to do with story.

According to a quick article I found on wikipedia (researchers, judge me):  "Most productions have a script supervisor on hand whose job is to pay attention to and attempt to maintain continuity across the chaotic and typically non-linear production shoot. This takes the form of a large amount of paperwork, photographs, and attention to and memory of large quantities of detail, some of which is sometimes assembled into the story bible for the production. It usually regards factors both within the scene and often even technical details including meticulous records ... All of this is done so that ideally all related shots can match, despite perhaps parts being shot thousands of miles and several months apart. It is a less conspicuous job, though, because if done perfectly, no one will ever notice."

Oh.

Conrete.  Congruent.  Consistent.  Continuity.

Welcome to a new chapter.