There is beauty in the everyday and a heart’s yearning for more than eyes can see.
Spirit calls to spirit and inner ears long to hear.
These words, “Then King David went in and sat before the Lord” ~ 2 Samuel 7:18 made me stop and think.
How my body can be still but my mind is busy being restless, tethered to earthly concerns.
It takes a conscious effort of the will to cease inner striving, take thoughts captive to Christ. I struggle to release all.
Many thoughts clamour for attention and my habit is to pay them heed.
Learning slow through centering prayer to let go of the clamour and embrace silence.
How would it look to deliberately take a Sabbath rest of body, mind and spirit? To experience an inner peace that would follow us through the rest of the week.
When King David sat before the Lord in the passage above he was recognising God’s authority over his life and future plans.
It was a reverent placing of his life before the Author of life Himself, a sanctuary of surrender, a willing laying down and laying aside his own position and control.
A trading of his plans for those God had in mind instead.
A trusting attitude for today and tomorrow, come what may.
In this he mirrors Christ – a conscious choice to set aside time for prayerful communion and a humble heart of surrender toward all that lay ahead of Him in the Father’s plans.
“Once the solitude of time and space has become a solitude of the heart, we will never have to leave that solitude” ~ Henri Nouwen ‘Making All Things New’
I stumble through my days as I seek to know God’s ways. Discover that listening is both active and still. A silence and a shouting.
There are sounds all around. Words shaping themselves into worship. All earth is filled with His glory.
And He waits. In the silence. In the stillness. Speaking soft and low. Whispering His love.
There are times when tuning in is as natural as breathing ~ times I savour and hunger for.
Mostly, life passes by and I snatch greedy at all which speaks of His grace, catching crumbs from the table. Manna for the moment.
And I leave you today, (hopefully hungering for more of His Presence) with an old Celtic prayer:
Deep peace of the running waves to you
Deep peace of the flowing air to you
and Songs on Sunday