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 believe.
“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.
John 10:27
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.”
Stay on track. The journey isn’t always easy or obvious.
Did you paint that picture?
“Penn 1” The Tennis Ball of choice for 10 out of 10 retriebers.
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No, I actually bought it at an estate sale, because for as long as I can remember I’ve tilted my head to the side in pics.
Thanks for reading…this one was exhausting and possibly too much effort to write at all…you know the effortless ones are the genuine.
“Nothing good by force.”
Hope you’re settled in.
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Moving two weeks from today👍
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Oh yes: ““God is everywhere. Don’t forget to notice.” Isn’t it amazing how He keeps pursuing our distracted hearts…keeps reminding us to behold Him amongst us.
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Beautifully poetic. Visiting from #TellHisStory last week (#76). Have a beautiful and blessed week. xxx
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Thank you so much! Catching up on my reading and will visit you.
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