noisy quiet. . .err!
Tuesday, August 24th, 2010
Why is quiet time so . . . well . . . noisy?
At dawn, when I settle in my comfy couch, a glass of lemony water within reach, a Bible on my left knee, a white-and-black cat curled in my lap, snoozing (yeah, he gets this thing called “rest”), my thoughts play pinball, whizzing, whirling, flashing, sending my synapses into overdrive and my mood dropping like a silver ball into the dark space because I couldn’t stay in play.
Listen in.
Uggh. Today is so busy. I don’t have time to pray. Why did I sign up to help with the book fair at school? Quiet! Settle down, Lucy. You can do it.
Let’s see, I’ll pray then read the Bible. Wait, that’s what I said yesterday and never got to the Bible. Err. Oh, well. I really should pray.
I’ll pray for my family. “Yes, Lord, protect my children at school. There are so many bad influences. Help them make wise choices.”
I should pray for hurting children. The World Vision report really got to me yesterday: Millions of girls in sex trade. Awful, just awful. “Father, rescue them. Some are just 6 years old, even younger.”
I need to pray for our president too and for my friend who feels lonely and depressed. And my other friend who’s daughter is in rehab. I do so hope my husband gets that great new project. Oh, yeah, I should pray to be a better mother.
“MOM, MOM.”
Oh, no, John should still be asleep. Uggh!
“Mom, I can’t find my socks. Where’s my backpack? Could you help me with my contacts?”
“Just a second, sweetie.”
Oh, Lord, help me juggle it all. Help me, please.
“I’ll be right there.”
Question: Is my “quiet time” as noisy as yours?



















