Falling Off the Grid

I have fallen off the grid. Since losing my job due to budget cuts last November, I have fallen off the grid and despite many attempts to reconnect, it just ain't happening. The term in its purity means: disconnecting from socialized utility companies, self sufficiency in agriculture, education and human based needs and living outside an urban landscape. I define the term in regards to myself as being disconnected from social activity in a job situation via the phone, person or Internet. Let me tell you, it can be a lonely place.

Now I find myself talking to people for extended lengths of time while waiting in line. I will never pay my bills on line since this will jeopardize my social life! I will step into the longest line possible at any store and soak up all the people, their conversations and what they are wearing or any body art that is interesting. If any of these places were robbed, I could give the FBI detailed descriptions of everyone in the store so they could easily apprehend the fugitive. If I actually step into line where I know someone...Alleluia! Now I have tons more verbal data to expound upon and I could probably write their biography by the time we are checking out with our milk, eggs and bread.

What is the lesson in falling off the grid? It's allowing God's will to unfold. It's redefining the word patient. It's knowing that you are in God's hands and He will always hold you close to His heart. I don't know where my life is headed and if I will ever get back on the grid. I am taking another one of those leaps, a leap of faith that I am meant to be in those long lines, maybe to bring some laughter, compassion and comfort to someone who needs me.