Never do I feel more fully awake and present then when in communion with the Lord. My mornings awaken before the house stirs, Bible open to symbolize an opening of the heart and ear of the soul while the quiet seeps into secret interior places that long for the draft of water that only whispers of my Savior can provide. As though awoken from a dream to find a world that fades to gray in the background and all that remains is peace, love and quiet acceptance that I am fully loved and fully His, precious indeed are these quiet scraps of time in a life of chaos.
How can I carry this communion into the world remains a daily challenge. Perhaps it lies in a moment of being fully present to hear the conversation of another and lovingly extend the gift of time, to just listen and offer compassion instead of counsel. Or the courage to speak truth and light into situations that are in danger of being clouded and distorted, bent towards shades of gray and less than perfect understanding. Or offering unafraid eyes to see the beauty and gifts that surround me, not distracted or deterred by the busyness of the world around. In becoming the communion that I receive, I am challenged to live life brave and accept the strength to be fully present – to be fully alive in a world half-asleep in the Garden, myself under the constant threat of succumbing to the siren song of complacency.
My path to becoming lies in walks along rosary beads, Hail Marys and “hallowed be thy names” during each moment, to strengthen me and keep my eyes focused on the knotted paths unseen to human eyes. Becoming in each moment focuses less on self, more on others and The Other that turns ordinary moments into extraordinary. It is in this Becoming that I grow to more than I could be alone, staying at the limit of myself and my own understanding, but growing heavenward.
Knotted Paths 