Monday, May 31, 2010

Twenty Minutes is Time Enough

Time enough to take a break. To allow a servant husband to take care of two children and hit the sidewalk pavement hard with sneakers, pounding, pounding, pounding out with each step the pent up emotions and fragmented thoughts of a day running into a week, a month, a year and even more years. Time enough to allow the Spirit to speak into a crowded, over-worked mind. Time enough to breathe out the tension of neverending mommy demands and breathe in the freedom of being loved. Time enough to confess the silly distractions you crave and plead for higher, deeper desires to see a broken world made whole--new lives for old. Time enough to reflect on the journey...days past and places risen to and fallen from. Time enough to recognize the passion that once consumed life's work--that longing to be loved. Truly loved. To see the flower of self blooming before unworthy spectators who were believed to be the tender of the soil. Time enough to remember the wilting of the petals of a brightly blooming being pleading for affirmation of its beauty. Time enough to Praise. Praise for falling petals and crumbling stems and all of the shattered hopes of former days. Time enough to warm in innermost heart upon the greatest of lessons learned. Before the flower was a bud or shoot or seed, even without form, only a thought--there was Love. Love itself to create all that is. Seen outwardly. Known inwardly. Love to see the deepest ugliness of the misshapen, the roots that fail to spring from the ground, the stems that fail to stand, the buds that do not open and the petals that wilt before fully spread. Love to defy the opinions of all the unworthy ones who were foolishly allowed to behold. To touch. To know. Love to have and to hold. Love that is the source of life--not the manipulator of it.

Twenty minutes is time enough to know and be known. To love and be loved. To come back with the same old sneakers, and waiting needs of little ones, but to have pounded the pavement of memory and to have the Spirit touch His fingers on the deep of the soul. To have a heart renewed and a love re-kindled because twenty sacred minutes are a gift to the one who is loved by Love itself.


1 comment:

  1. This is beautiful, Abby. You do have a gift and this spoke to me this morning. Love you!


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