The Whisper of God #1

Between text messages from a close friend in need, phone messages from a business associate, and mandatory “chit-chat” with my husband, my meditation time has been so chewed on it resembles swiss cheese. My friends, associates and spouse are not rats, carelessly eating up my time, yet my hour of solitude has waned to nothingness. Now I feel the pressure building within, like steam in a tea kettle, an extreme urging to get up and get going.

Gone the images of waiting for the voice of God to whisper in my ear. Though sweet silence and soft holiday music surround me now once again, the peace of deserved leisure has melted away like morning mist. I find I cannot silence my impatient mind, curb the urging voice that recites my “to do” list.

Discipline has lead me to read my meditation books. Small books, I call them. This, at least, has allowed the finger of wisdom to lightly touch me. What has God whispered to me this morning? Service to others. A prayer for serenity, courage, and wisdom for myself and for those I love. The same prayer for those I resent. The former comes easily; the latter with unyielding resistance. Breathe deeply, take in the air of peace. Exhale. Great sighs of air, releasing what has gone before.

It is raining outside. What more could one ask for than to remember the blessed miracle of water replenishing the earth?