“They” say pray.  “They” ask “what is your spiritual practice?”  What is it you do for 20 minutes a day to breath in God’s presence?

Why is it so hard for me to simply pause and pray?  My communication with God is more like like tweets than letters.   Good tweets but still tweets.

A spiritual director urged me to dive into the waters.  “Just sit for 20 minutes a day,” he said.

I imagined God invited me to simply enter the silence:
“Nancy, I delight in your spirit.
I dance in your silence.
Stop and dive into my flowing waters.
Jump in with both feet.
Let the chill of the water take your breath away; I’ll hold you up.
You are my beloved. I am with you always.”

And then I imagined my own absurd response,
“God, thank you so much for your generous invitation but I regret to inform you that I am too busy worrying about holy week services, following the election cycle, unsettled by terrorist attacks, and obsessing about betrayal….”

Laughing, I light a candle, breath deeply, and rest.  I sense God’s love.

Amen and thank God.