I slipped out the back door and found a place in a comfy chair on our patio. Our busy neighborhood was quiet and still. So, I sat and listened. The birds chirped and the wind chimes played me a beautiful song. I found stillness in that moment and sank deeply into the cushion that held me. The kids were inside and Drew was away for the day. I knew it would be busy with church, baseball, soccer and more soccer.
So I just stayed there.
The breeze touched the leaves. The chimes continued and I let it all in.
For me, this morning, this was my worship.
I spend my time at church wrestling my children in the pew. Putting out fires with sibling conflicts and general restlessness. I thought about Drew, miles away, running his race. His Church of the Long Run. I was jealous. My mind tried desperately to engage, but I was continually pulled this way and that.
Sometimes it’s just like that. We need to find worship wherever we can find the stillness. In those places where the burdens feel a bit lighter and the pressures surrounding us feel a slightly further away- if only for a moment.
Grateful for those moments alone with the wind and the chimes. It was there, in this beautiful, busy, sunny day that the Spirit met me.
But I’ll take it.