I will strive to follow a blameless course;
oh, when will you come to me?
I will walk with sincerity of heart within my house.
You would think such love, the omnipresent and omnipotent divine, would be a hard to ignore. Nevertheless, I am quite skilled at allowing my day, any day, to be taken up with things that seem important enough to push all prayerful thoughts aside. Even as I try to live out my call as Jesus’ disciple in the world, my heart and mind do not stay firmly fixed in the presence of the sacred.
But for this moment, this sliver of time, I feel the space in which I exist expand and I am ushered in to the extravagance of God’s love for me. I hear it in the early morning bird song, feel it in the caress of the summer breeze, sense it in the city that is waking all around me. God’s love is singing, surrounding my neighbor returning home from the night shift, the construction workers setting up down the street, a plane head overhead, and those I love still asleep in the house around me. And in Jesus, loving me, calling me, inviting me to walk this day together.
I do not have this day. It does not belong to me. I may be invited to dance in it, play in it, work in it, to breathe in it, to negotiate its many possibilities, but the day is not mine. It belongs to God, as does all time.
So, I sit a moment longer, consciously enveloped in holy love, grateful, content, in awe.
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