And She Wondered…
She wakes.
The quiet overwhelms her with peace. Yet, she wakes with a question, a thought, emerging into her head… and then another one, and another. Turning over, still wrapped in her blankets, she peaks out the window next to her, being greeted by the soft morning light. As she rises, she lifts herself from her bed, slowly walks to slip on her sandals, and goes to open the door.
As the door opens, the chirping birds welcome her. They are beginning to sing their morning song—waking up the rest of the world so gently. Something to notice about the morning: it comes each and every day. The way the sun rises, ever so slowly—not like a light switch turning on and off again—brings presence, coloring the sky like a work of art. No one can predict how the sun will color the morning sky.
Today, it is a light blue and pink, with soft shadows from little clouds overhead. As she’s gazing up at this scene, she closes her eyes and breathes in, then out. With one step after the other, she enters the presence of the morning.
It's funny how these days, we have to try to seek what is more natural—what was actually meant to be. We have become so used to what’s automated, how quickly everything and everyone moves about their days, and how distractions fight to provide an escape from reality.
For the sake of our health and sanity, we have to schedule time to “take a walk” or “spend five minutes breathing in silence.” Maybe, if we remember life when much of the current technology didn’t exist yet, the time we had before us each morning was some time to breathe. We had the time to engage with the family around—now we have a mini computer in our hands to entertain our every waking moment.
When life got quiet, we would just let it be that way and not feel so panicked. We could be a little bored and do just that—be bored. Just because the morning is quiet doesn’t mean it’s meant to be ignored. The morning kindly invites us to step into its atmosphere and be quiet with it.
Let its gentleness wake us up and comfort us from the difficulties of yesterday. Who knows what you may feel or what you might find in that little pocket of time…
***Psalm 121***
