Soul Food Sunday: Are You Interruptable?

Welcome to Soul Food Sunday — because feeding our bodies is not enough.

Here’s my question for this Sunday, are you interruptible?

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I was a little convicted by that question recently. Truth be told, sometimes I am… and sometimes I am not. And when I’m not? Oh, it shows. In my words… and probably even more on my face, hello “Angry Eyebrows”.

A few weeks ago, my husband hosted his men’s group at our house. I genuinely love this group of guys and what they pour into his life, so I’m always happy to disappear upstairs and give them the space.

But this particular morning? It was early. And while I am an early bird, for whatever reason, I was moving a little slower. I had just settled in on the couch with my coffee, Bible, and journal — ready for some quiet time.

Meanwhile, he was up and going. Coffee brewing, shower running, getting everything ready.

And then… he interrupted me.

He needed help pulling up a YouTube clip he’d been asked to have ready.

I helped him. But not exactly with a cheerful heart.

Truth be told, this isn’t new for me. I remember when our boys were younger, and I’d feel that same flicker of irritation when I was in the middle of something, and they needed me — again.

By 5:50, I grabbed my things and headed upstairs to finish my quiet time in bed. But I couldn’t focus. That little nudge of conviction wouldn’t let me go.

So I laced up my shoes and went for a walk, hoping to clear my head.

Instead, the conversation in my mind got louder.

Why was I so annoyed?
Was it really that big of a deal?
Why did that feel like such an interruption?

And then this thought stopped me in my tracks:

Aren’t I so very grateful that the God of the universe never gets annoyed at my interruptions?

Whew. That one will humble you in a hurry.

Right there on that walk, my prayer shifted:

“Lord, make me someone who can be interrupted — with grace. Help me to be fully present, to listen well, and to see people — especially my husband — not as interruptions, but as opportunities to love.”

When I got home, the guys were gone, and the first thing I did was apologize. He was gracious and said he hadn’t even noticed, but it led to a really good conversation later that evening around the dinner table.

Funny how those moments we want to brush off are often the ones that matter most.

Because sometimes it’s not just what we say… it’s how quickly we say it — and what shows up on our face before a single word comes out.

So here’s my challenge — for me and maybe for you, too:

Pay attention this week. Notice how you respond when you’re interrupted.

And before that sigh slips out or that look crosses your face… choose your “yes” face instead.

Be interruptible.

And maybe, just maybe, the next time you’re the one doing the interrupting, you’ll come in a little more gently, too.

I’m far from perfect at this. In fact, I think I’m apologizing more these days than ever before. But maybe that’s not such a bad thing.

Because sometimes the quietest prayers… are the ones that change us the most.

Until next Sunday, take a little time to feed your soul, too. 💚