Good Evening, God!
Tomorrow we will be home for a whole week. Home from our trip to Berlin where my amazing husband Kit at age 79 ran the Berlin Marathon. Home from the Oktoberfest in Munich and home from a wonderful family reunion to celebrate my mom’s 98 1/2 years of life.
Our home is beginning to shape up, God. I have brought in the small palm trees from outdoors. And my suitcase is slowly emptying. I’m going slowly. And I am comfortable about that. FAST no longer seems all that important a value.
Gosh, God, I hope that I can keep to a slower pace. I’m tired of rushing. Besides, significant events take TIME.
And speaking of time — this morning was my bi-monthly Contemplative Outreach prayer time at our church. I realized fairly early this morning that I was going to be late. In the past, knowing I would be late might have kept me from going. But, today, coming in late didn’t seem to matter at all.
Another late comer held the door for me and then closed it behind us silently. We both moved soundlessly to find a seat . As I sat there, slowly sinking into the silence, the thought tiptoed through my mind — I’m in a Womb — and then I slipped back into the stillness.
Part of me wishes I had taken a photo of the participants sitting in a ring of chairs with a half circle of chairs in an outer ring. The light was low. The peace was palpable. Surely, God, it was just a wee bit like sitting in Your Heart.
And, perhaps, that Period of Centering Prayer was both a Womb and Your Heart — a Safe Place — beyond Time and Expectations. A Place to let Your Love call us into loving more and more fully.