It’s a practice, maybe more like a ritual, this morning thing I do.
An intentional discipline, I suppose. Sometimes motivated by an open mind, others, if I’m honest, an idle mind longing for more time to be idle.
Seeking for something indicative of hope or something demonstrative of my commitment. I guess, maybe I’m sometimes looking for the fruits of my laborious devotion.
The discipline of devotion, I sit in my quiet spot with a noisy mind.
Realizing, intentional discipline and the pursuit of God turn out to be not much more than duty, sometimes.
Looking for holy becomes holier than thou.
Not always, but pretty often, if I’m honest.
I finished my reading and got ready for the day, stopping suddenly and clearly with interrupted thoughts of the day to come.
So, I just waited, holding on to what I knew to be a word from God, as if to say.
My waiting, actually quiet enough finally. must have been noticed by God.
“I’m glad you’re listening. This is what I want you to know. This is what I have for you today.”
And there it was, my reply
“I want to do more for you, Jesus.”
Then, carrying this little few seconds around with me all day, I smiled, thinking maybe God smiled too at the simplicity of my words in the quiet of empty morning house.
Standing still, toothbrush in hand, frothy lips and thankful heart, the irony of my devotion time.
I considered his relentlessly gentle pursuit of me.
Jesus, the shepherd, waiting quietly for my attention.
Pursuing me, one of his sheep distracted by life, habit and duty.
My sheep hear my voice and I know them and they follow me.
Happy to be found and happy to hear, like morning interrupting my morning.
The birds incessant, the dogs insistent.
I ventured out, found and tossed tennis ball and paused to notice God in the pleasant chill of summer breeze.
Ball retrieved and dropped, “thump” at my feet, he waits as I stand barefoot in moist green grass, wisps of cool on my cheeks.
And then, more wisdom, subtle in its delivery, a “Lisaism” .
“God is everywhere. Don’t forget to notice.”