On the Seventh Day…

I just returned from vacation, and having a family that needs to eat, we have to stop at a store for essentials, before arriving home.  The first thing I did, when I got home, was check my garden.  It’s exciting to see the growth and blooms on the plants, the promise of delicious things in the future.  There is also, of course the two week accumulation of weeds.    Then I have to deal with a mound of mail, and wash clothes from our suitcases, and there’s the lawn, house cleaning, and other things that have been without my attention.

Everyone faces their own brand of aftermath following vacation.  We know what we face, when we get home, yet vacation is planned, anticipated, and worked for.  It’s that span of time that we get to pretend that our lives are a Garden of Eden, and we have not a care, but to enjoy this beautiful planet, its nature, people and fruits.  We are even blessed to choose almost anywhere we want to go in the world.  Vacation is meant to refresh us.  

God planned this very respite for us weekly.  I think that I have failed at Sunday, this day of rest. I don’t think I have been doing it right. I don’t think He meant just  “don’t work”.  I think He meant, look around you, at Who I Am, and who you are.  Not in an egotistical way, but as a loving Father. We are creation, and He, the Creator.  Indulge in that moment, and leave the world and its cares behind….vacation (verb).  Think of Him saying to you. “I loved you into this world…I created it for you.  Remember once a week Who I Am, and that I Am loves you with everything that Creation is….  it’s people, nature, fruits and Wisdom. 

He invites us to join Him.

Then God blessed the seventh day and made it holy, because on it he rested from all the work of creating that he had done.

Gn 2:3

Tomorrow you can empty your suitcases.

To See What I Could See

I drove over a majestic green bridge, and it was exhilerating to see the view from its peak, and I was curious about what was on the other side.  The next day, I drove over the same bridge, but a fog had set in, and I couldn’t see very far out front.  I still went forward, since I was confident the bridge was still intact.

I think sometimes, that my spiritual journey is like that.  Sometimes my path is so clear, and I know what I should do next.  I go forward with confidence and fortitude.  Other times, I can’t see well.  I know God’s will is still there in the fog, but I will tell you that I go forward more freely on that man made bridge than I do in God’s Divine path.  How ridiculous is that?  Maybe the “fog” in my path is to teach me to trust that the Bridge is still there.  I can get frustrated and think what do I gain from blind trust?  Hmmmm, Peace.  Assurance.  Providence.

Not sure why, but I was drawn back to this foggy bridge again, with my camera on yet another day.  It was foggy once again….the air seemed like insulation and it seemed so peaceful.  There it was, in the fog, I found the blind trust, God’s will, in the Silence.