I had a really restful Thanksgiving weekend with my family. All three kids (and two dogs) were home. I read, rode my bike, watched a couple of movies - just relaxed. For a few days I thought less about all the stuff that occupies so much of my mental, emotional and spiritual energy on most days. But Sunday evening I could sense the shift taking place as thoughts of next week began to fill my mind. I even woke very early this morning and made a list of all the stuff that needs my attention this week. Ugh!
I read a prayer this morning that was timely. It quieted my heart. Thought I would share it with you...
Our lives are occupied territory...occupied by a cacophony of voices, and the din undoes us.
In the daytime we have no time to listen, beset as we are by anxiety...and goals...and assignments... and work. And in the night the voices are so confusing we can hardly sort out what could possibly be your voice from the voice of our mothers and fathers...and our best friends...and our pet projects...because they all sound so much like you.
We are people over whom that word 'shema' has been written. We are listeners, but we do not listen well.
So we bid you, by the time the sun goes down today or by the time the sun comes up tomorrow, by night or by day, that you will speak in ways we can hear beyond ourselves. It is your speech to us that carries us where we have never been, and it is your speech to us that is our only hope.
So give us ears. Amen
Awed to Heaven, Rooted in Earth, p.56
As we leave this season of Thanksgiving - and the pace and pressure pick up - may we listen well to the voice that gives us life...and vision...and hope.
Fighting For Your Hearts,