Sunday, October 29, 2017

“When I am constantly running there is no time for being. When there is no time for being there is no time for listening.”

~ Madeleine L’Engle, Walking on Water: Reflections on Faith and Art

Pausing. Intentionally gathering. Listening.

Sunday.

Yet, even in this, there can be running.

Keep me from busy for the sake of being busy.

Keep me too from the curse of inertia.

Grow me. Change me. Draw me.

Make me brave.

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Simple happy.

Sun breaking through.

Grouse on the fence, puffed up against the cold.

Crispy leaves.

Words.

Always words.

 

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I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
2 comments
  1. No inertia in my Sunday mornings – a dozen 2-year-olds in my pre-school class. Few words . . . a lot of movement. Maybe I should resign and let younger hands take over.

    We have sun, and wind, and sparkles on the lake. I’ll be thankful for that!

    1. Oh my! Definitely no inertia in a room full of two-year-olds! Lots of fun though. 🙂 Hope you’re having a lovely Sunday afternoon, Marian.

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