“life so full it can seem empty . . . ” Ouch.
This line from Ann Voskamp’s One Thousand Gifts jumped out to me as I read Chapter Four. How true that statement is! Because my life, too, is so full of “emergency”–the bonked head needing a kiss, the beeping dryer with clothes ready for drawers, the pot boiling over, the mess on the counters, the phone ringing. I am beginning to believe that we’ve focused on the wrong issue–check the magazine rack at your local store, or maybe even your own bookshelf–and what are they full of? Advice on how to organize, declutter, simplify . . . all good things and surely a help in the struggle . . . But I sometimes have this false belief that if I were only to find the holy grail of organization, all would be peachy and I could rest in the Lord and life would be grand. So not true! Ann has captured it here in listening to the Lord (through a soap bubble *giggle*–grace!) We can’t make those things go away. We don’t even really want to! Getting more organized and less cluttered and simpler won’t even do it, because the problem is perhaps within–“could it be that we are in fact fleeing–desperate to escape pain that pursues?” Yes.
And pain over what? I think pain over the fear we’ve eaten . . . the lie we’ve been told from the beginning: the belief that God doesn’t really love us, isn’t really good, doesn’t really care. And so the core of each of our beings cries, yearns, strives.
Thanksgiving slows down time because we start to see the truth–“HE LOVES ME! HE LOVES ME! HE LOVES ME!” In every soap bubble, every robin’s egg, every harvest moon, He trumpets love and we can rest and stop running from time.
Thank you again, friend Ann (and of course the incourage girls!) for helping us all see.
Seed: Life is not an emergency . . . life is a gift. Time is life.
Water: The list, growing pages at a time!
Bloom: More hours in my day <3
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If you haven’t bought the book yet, here’s another teaser . . . “When I fully enter time’s swift current, enter into the current moment with the weight of all my attention, I slow the torrent with the weight of me all here. I can slow the torrent by being all here. I only live the full life when I live fully in the moment. And when I’m always looking for the next glimpse of glory, I slow and enter. And time slows . . . ”