A Thought


A thought tumbles in the deep place where thoughts toss and turn for a time before they are fully formed—before they transform from intangible to action—and I think it is the whisper of God drawing my attention to something in need of attention.

That’s how it works.

Sometimes.

Other times the divine comes knocking in human form or—boom!—just like that something happens that alters the course of a day, a week, a year. A life.

There’s no magic formula. There’s no three steps to wisdom.

That’s why we have to pay attention. That’s why I have to pay attention.

And that thought still tumbles.

And in silence, not only in absence but in holy presence, not only in experience of physical senses but in the inner silence that requires careful and intentional cultivation, it tumbles.

And begins to take form.

Sometimes it looks like a wish.

Thanks so much for stopping by. I'm here early most mornings with one of my photos and a few words about life and those thin places where faith intersects.

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