It seems natural to worry these days. Even those among us who others would say are always ‘looking on the bright side’ find ourselves worrying from time to time. There’s the everyday… How am I going to accomplish this list of tasks staring me in the face? What’s for dinner? Then there are the worries that we tend to keep inside us… worry about our bodies, our relationships, our futures, our souls.
And then there are those of us, who don’t care enough to worry about the things that actually matter… and sometimes we catch ourselves considering whether our apathy insulates us as much as we wished.
The word worry actually means to strangle or to wring. Worry does that to us. We feel like a wet dishcloth being wrung out in someone’s hands. Our heart gets crumpled, our soul feels tight, our body feels twisted, our mind feels distorted. Then a moment comes when we crawl to the only place where hope can be found… In the place of stillness where God is. There in that holy space, worry is eased and we are bathed in the peace of heaven. It doesn’t take heroic effort. It takes only the willingness to stop for a moment, breathe deeply, and ask to be brought into the heart of God. In the sliver of a second, we can find ourselves held in the holy embrace and worry will melt away.
How is worry wringing my soul and how is God calling me into stillness?
Invitation to Prayer
Take some moments now to offer the concerns of your heart to heaven. Remember those who are in pain, those who are afraid, those who are alone, those whom you love, those who are dying, and those who are already in heaven, and pray for the needs of your own life.
Gracious God, plant a seed of stillness in each of our souls. When worry and anxiety scurry around stealing joy, and dampening faith, remind us to stop for just a moment so we can be brought into the space of quiet. Give us, each day, the desire and capacity to breathe in the wonder of air, to envision a still lake, to drop deep into the well of our own being and find there the peace of your presence. We ask this for the sake of your love. Amen.
May the blessing of the God who holds you in the palm of heaven’s hand, wash over you with the greatest grace until your soul is calm and still in the Divine Presence.
When your past comes to live
in the woods
behind your house, you must go
to the window, forgive yourself once again, and welcome
that suns himself
on the sill.
Write because you want to communicate with yourself. Write because you want to communicate with someone else. Write because life is weird and tragic and amazing. Write because talking is difficult. Write because it polishes the heart. Write because you can. Write because you can’t. Write because there is a blackbird outside of my window right now and oh my god isn’t that the best start to the day? Write because you’re trying to figure yourself out. Write because you might not ever figure yourself out. Write because there still aren’t enough love poems in the world.