A million rambling thoughts and a body set on just getting things done, that when the phone rings, Loved One, I half-hover over ignore, before a tired,
‘the middle of something,’
get back to the sluggery of cubicle-work, vacuum-push, this month’s budget. Use a second Pinterest tab for that ‘there’s still bright in life’ relief.
We can become, so internalized. Because it's easier than living deep, present, aware, engaged, whole.
When my day is check-listed and all to-dos, what life is there left in me but “I got a lot done today” (practically dead) sleep?
A soul-whisper is rolling through me
It’s not about how much you get done—
that will not be etched on your gravestone.
Destiny isn’t what you accomplish
But who you are. And who you love.
It’s scary, this slowing. This unbearable lightness of just—being. The slow soul that sees dappled light, green leaves; the rib cage that opens enough to listen; the relationships piped with fresh new water when you do; and all the hope that floods with slow-beauty. It all piles up on that shambled roof called fear of disappointment, almost making it crumble. Under the weight, fear whimpers, ‘you’ll be let down, keep your head down, close your eyes, run.’
Too heavy, this glory. So we hide, again.
Get out the magazine, distract. Hang by a thread, all ready to complete more things when
Some sunset, some God-vision, some line in a book, some song, some dream, pull you… Wake. Up.
“Then you will look and be radiant,
your heart will throb and swell with joy;
the wealth on the seas will be brought to you,
to you the riches of the nations will come.”
He is doing something majestic in the earth and I want to see it, to really see it. Not just do it, like I have to make a grade, but drink in His glory with my soul and breathe awe at this human life.
Is not the laughing farmer’s wife with muddied, glee-eyed kids greater in destiny than the full-pursed, Armani suit, with cinder eyes? Or even the serious, downtrodden missionary with no joy left for those she would save?
Remember who you are, be engaged. It's easier to hide in I'm busy and tired and ragged at the edges. I get it. But, what of the life you think you'll live someday, full of wonder and adventure? That day is today.That your light may be seen bright and not shuffled behind the busyness of this world.