Someone once told me to contact them anytime. They looked forward to the interruption. A good way to look at interruptions is to look forward to them.
December 1943 was not a good time in the Lewis household. Among all the other difficulties in his life Lewis was having to take care of Janie King Moore, nicknamed “Minto,” a woman 25 years his senior. In a letter to his friend Arthur Greeves, Lewis opens up on things at home:
“Things are pretty bad here. Minto’s varicose ulcer gets worse and worse, domestic help harder and harder to come by. Sometimes I am very unhappy, but less so than I have often been in what were (by external standards) better times.
“The great thing, if one can, is to stop regarding all the unpleasant things as interruptions of one’s ‘own,’ or ‘real’ life. The truth is of course what one calls the interruptions are precisely one’s real-life—the life God is sending one day by day: what one calls one’s ‘real-life’ is a phantom of one’s own imagination. This at least is what I see at moments of insight: but it’s hard to remember it all the time.”1
I doubt I will ever view interruptions as anything other than interruptions. But Lewis’ note just provided a moment of insight!
“My times are in your hand” – Psalm 31:15
- Walter Hooper, ed., The Collected Letters of C. S. Lewis: Books, Broadcasts, and the War 1931-1949, Vol. II (New York: HarperSanFrancisco, 2004), 595.