This life is so full.
I fill a page with a schedule for the children for the day to come. Nearly every minute is occupied, even if with the designation of “free time.” Every moment of my day is occupied, too, from early morning to late at night. Even then the unexpected tasks get wedged in between the standing commitments.
I’m reminded of the demonstration of the jar being filled with rocks (the obvious priorities), then smaller pebbles (the commitments and responsibilities), then sand (the everyday stuff), and just when it looks like it’s full and can hold no more, then you add water (I think of this as Spirit). There was still room for water, a necessity of life.
Somehow in my daily life I still have room for prayer. I need it. I need to take the calls from friends. I need to do the healing work, the holy listening. I need to play a supporting or even a leading role in various ministries. These nurture me and in some delightful way, it can help others. It helps keep me balanced.
Today I felt out of whack. It could be because I didn’t get up when I should. I didn’t start the day with prayer. It could be the whacky weather. It could be our family routine being turned upside down. It could be stress. It could be the striking images I saw in the magazine of the most significant photos of the past 100 years – space, science, society (the Challenger, a growing baby en utero, starving children, a lynching). It could be any combination of these things or of other things I have yet to consider.
There is so much in this life. Dear God, I know you don’t expect me to hold it all, to understand it all, so help me to let it go, all of it. Cleanse the thoughts of my heart . . .
And I give thanks for the rich life I lead.