Good Morning, God!
I received this pastel painting with total delight. It was in a way (no offense, God) better than the real thing. Artists can darken the darks and lighten the lights. Artists can reposition the clouds and add a touch of mystery.
Art is as much about what we leave out as what we put in. Part of the fun for me, God, is how little it takes to evoke so much. A few simple lines can capture the essence of a person. While most photographs seem too full — containing too much.
Now that I think about it, God, I have the same feeling with a lot of the non-fiction books I read. A few good ideas buried in too many words. Many fiction books would also be improved by a good editor. I guess I sound a bit like King George’s critique of Mozart — too many notes!
“Too Much” describes me right now, God. It has been two weeks since I have “edited” the various layers of my life. My closets are stuffed. My desk is covered. My in-basket overflows. And still more library books are overdue. But, all of that can wait, has waited and probably will wait.
What needs my attention is my “own dear self.” Not so much my physical body as my emotional body. I am not exactly sure how to do that, God. Sitting here, now, knowing You are listening to me, helps. But, I have to be willing to speak. Willing to confess . . . but what?
The first thought that came up was that my emotional body is full of tears. Unshed tears. Underground currents of salt water flowing deep within me. Hmm. I am pretty sure, God, that this is the Part of me that prays with “groans too deep to be uttered.” (Romans 8:26) Please, God, help me hear and honor this Essentail Part.