“Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I’ll tell you what I’d do. I’d go out into a great big field all alone or in the deep, deep woods and I’d look up into the sky—up—up—up—into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I’d just feel a prayer.”
― L.M. Montgomery
What kinds of moments feel to you like prayer? What settings draw you into a sense of prayer?
“Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I’ll tell you what I’d do. I’d go out into a great big field all alone or in the deep, deep woods and I’d look up into the sky—up—up—up—into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I’d just feel a prayer.”
―L.M. Montgomery
What kinds of moments feel to you like prayer? What settings draw you into a sense of prayer?
How do you keep time? A watch? The readout on your phone or computer? Is time really something you can keep?
How do you save time? Microwaveable dinners? Making phone calls while you drive? Where do you keep the time that you have saved?
In this world of keeping time and saving time, how will you simply take time?
This time of year, many gardens are beginning to look a bit crispy around the edges. Surely the rain will fall soon, and spare us the effort of having to water! But sometimes you simply have to take responsibility for watering your own garden.
Sure, there will be moments of deep grace when the rain falls from the sky and you are suddenly, blessedly, refreshed. But more often, it is up to us to make a time and place for our souls to drink deep.
How will you nourish your roots today?
When happy and relaxed, some dogs make little grunting noises. Why do we never describe people as feeling “gruntled”? We say that a person is “disgruntled,” that they are out-of-sorts, dissatisfied or grumpy. Why not gruntled? Perhaps you can find a moment today, as you put on your comfiest pajamas, or settle in with a good book, watch birds at the feeders by your window or whatever gives you gentle pleasure, to give out a few small, happy grunts.
What makes you feel “gruntled”?
