the voices
the voices

the voices

This morning, I’ve had the gift of some alone time on the back porch as the world wakes up into Saturday. It did not take long for the birds to find the fresh food at the feeder and begin the lovely dance of taking turns on the perches for their first meal of the day.

It has been a busy week, and I have been waiting for this moment to enjoy some time to just be before beginning my day. I will know I’ve journeyed to heaven when there is a chair, a bird feeder, and fresh air waiting for me 24/7.

This morning I had planned to sit and spend some time in centering prayer so I grabbed my comfy sweater, pulled a chair into the sunshine, and closed my eyes.

My friend and I have been talking for sometime about where God is leading us. We have both struggled with our own journeys with Church and miss the soulfire of being engaged in meaningful ministry. I had hoped to use my prayer time to listen to what the Spirit might be saying about our most recent conversation.

When I start settling into prayer, I usually begin by focusing on something sensory that will get me out of my head. Today, it was the birdsong surrounding me. Birds whistled and chattered, clicked and chirped. Crows and jays, titmice and cardinals, wrens and nuthatch. So many voices, however, that they became distractions. I found myself trying to whittle down which bird I would listen to, and in the process, became more distracted than I’d been in the first place.

I returned to my breath, and that’s when I heard it.

I am here.

I am here.

From my heart center came the voice I’d been seeking.

I am here.

It is easy for us in the day-to-day to become distracted by all the voices around us. With technology, we have greater access to information input than any other generation. And whether these voices are filling our heads with positive, neutral or negative feedback, it is still drawing us away from the opportunity to connect with ourselves, our breath, and the Spirit.

As a result, we lose our Center, the thing that roots us and assures us of what is true and right and good about ourselves, about our place in this world.

And so as I continued on with my prayer time, I was reminded that perhaps what I’m seeking right now is a sacred space or time apart to practice, not to lead, not to manage. Just to practice. To center in prayer. To listen to the Voice. To feel the Spirit move.

That doesn’t take a building or a budget, a meeting or a plan.

Simply put, it just means showing up with a desire or longing for reconnection, letting the Spirit do the work that was meant just for you.

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