day by day his sweet voice soundeth, saying “Christian,
follow me!”
---Cecil F. Alexander, 1852
It had been one of those weeks. In one of those months. In
one of those seasons. In one of those years. Never quite getting well. Never
quite getting the ‘to do’ list ‘to
done’. Never quite getting caught up. Never
quite feeling ready for…whatever comes next. Never quite feeling worthy of the
trust placed in me, or the tasks required of me.
And then I stop. I breathe out, and in. And I notice how myopic my vision has grown, how
inward-focused my hearing. With my focus drawn to my inner chaos, my
shortcomings, my insufficiency--my attention must by definition be focused on…me.
And so I stop. I breathe out, and in. And I lift my gaze. And I focus my hearing. Out,
in. There it is. The gentle leading, the
focusing guidance. Follow me.
Just that. Out, in. Complex and
simple. Follow me. Lift the gaze.
Focus the hearing. Out, in.
Follow me.
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