What’s Interrupting You?

This fall a little boy who happens to be a friend of mine started his first day of kindergarten. He came home after school and his mom said,:
“Well, how was your first day of school?” he replied, “Well it was okay except for the teacher.”
“The teShe kept interrupting me.”
I love that story. It reminds me very much of a conversation someone could have with a number of us “adults.” It might go something like this.
“So Darla, how is your relationship with the Lord?”
“Oh fine…except for one thing,” says Darla. “He keeps interrupting me.
Enough said.