A Coffee and Some Winter Wanderings Friday
I’ve been trying recently to sit in silence for a little bit each day. Not to simply be quiet, but in a more meditative sense—to quiet not only myself, but also the things that can so easily fill silences in order to better hear what God may be wanting to say to this heart, to this soul.
It’s not the easiest thing to do. There is much to be distracted with, to fill the potential quiet spaces. I’m not very good, yet, at putting things down and making room for God to come in. “No room at the inn, sorry, “ I seem to be saying, “but here is a spot out in the stable …” But unlike the innkeeper of old trying to make a living and deal with a large influx of people due to census-taking time, I can clear out a room or three. The filling of my days does not have to be on a ‘first come, first served’ basis. I can pick and choose, to a degree I do realize (at least if I want food and shelter and that sort of thing), what fills these minutes and hours.
Full disclosure: I’ve managed to be still and listen twice this month. Seriously. And not for some fantastic amounts of time – I think I’ve managed maybe six minutes total. Okay, maybe eight minutes. And the second time there were no earth-shattering revelations. I may have been a tad distracted by a weird dream I had wherein I was losing my teeth. As for the first time … I would not call it earth shattering, but it was soul stirring. It helped clear and settle a soul dusted up by some self-reflection that came to be lacking in grace and mercy both the night prior. And as I sat the next morning in the lamplight, coffee in hand, I heard.
“When did you forget who you are?”
I stilled. I let the words resonate as I considered in the moments thereafter and on the way to work and here-and-there throughout the day: When did I forget who I am? Beloved. Forgiven. Redeemed (and redeemable still). And worthy of grace and mercy. Oh, and not because of anything I have or have not done – or could do – but because of who HE is.
I’m still letting that settle in this Friday. And if you, too have forgotten may you also let it start to settle in your spirit and soul afresh.
I hope you have a good Friday. And thank you, thank you for reading. I do appreciate you taking the time to do so.
Tiny segue to close things out: How can I spell ‘milquetoast’ correctly on the first try, but seldom the word ‘occasion’ (I want to either take out a ‘c’ or add an ‘s’)? Puzzling.