There are times when life is so different, so time consuming for the moments that we pray it is only a parenthesis. But is there ever really a parenthesis –it is just the journey.
After three years of living like gypsies, we are moving and will be settled in a permanent place–well, as permanent as possible on this journey.
The work, the decision making–what to do when –all takes it toll on the soft gentle moments of life.
And I am lost!!
I find no time for reflection–for an hour to sit “at the Master’s feet”; there is no time for star-gazing or walking slowly through the flowers!
Yesterday I was momentarily suspended when a large bright yellow butterfly brushed past me and a whispered “I am here”– one of those le petit bonheur moments, and I sensed a calmness in His presence.
Oh, He knows and He is waiting.
It is much like the times when Tom had to be away for days–before cell phones! I did not hear his voice every day, could not walk and talk with him–just missed his presence in my days. BUT I knew he still loved me. He missed me, and I missed him.
In these days of frantic busyness, the Father’s presence is constant. I know that—But I miss those hours of focus with him, and He misses me! I want that sweet touch in my mornings.
This morning I did slip away for precious minutes; as I read Psalm 15, I was encouraged that those that “may dwell in your sanctuary and live on your holy hill” are not given a list of scheduled time requirements but of simple obedience in matters of the mind, the tongue and hands.
Packing in His presence–today!