I find myself committing more and more to being with others, of service to others, but within that "find," this morning I feel a tish discombobulated...like, This ain't me.
As I have admitted more than a few times, I am basically a loner, and I have been totally comfortable with that state of mind and sense of self. Comes the aftershock of the pandemic, and it seems everything has changed. Everything means not just me and mine, but the dailies of life itself.
As for myself, the changes are not preplanned or even considered...seemingly, I look back and recognize major changes in my life and my lifestyle...all within a month or two, all but unbeknownst to me as they happened.
I have always required a lot of alone time, and this morning I see/feel/know that I am not getting much ...the importance, I reckon, is that I am just now realizing my alone need.
All of this came as I journaled this morning, and before I could reason a fix for myself, a thought scooted in: Trust God.
We know from experience that more will be revealed, and lo! The following was my next reading:
This is where contemplation comes in. It is impossible to shift priorities if we are in a constant, busy, frenetic lifestyle. There has to be that pause, that breath, that waiting, that willingness to be still until we know. Be still and know—but the stillness doesn’t immediately lead to knowing. At first, we have to be still, and then we have to be patient until the knowing comes about. -- Rev. Dr. Barbara A. Holmes
Don't tell me God isn't reading over my shoulder.
Thank you.
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