The rhythm of the everyday pilgrim
includes coffee in the morning
and a spacious amount of time
to quiet her mind and open her heart
to meet God in silence.
Her Rule of Life reminds her to
get outside,
eat well,
and look for God
in the day’s consolations and desolations
and then write about it.
These spiritual practices
are like the trellis
that allows the Gardener
to prune and grow
flowers and fruit
in her life.
It’s all so
tidy.
Until there is a phone call
and suddenly
her tidy, sturdy trellis
is gone
for days
and weeks on end.
And where is the Gardener
in the new rhythm
of unexpected challenges,
the dance of one step forward and two steps back,
and the relentless stream of decisions
to be made
along with beds, meals, phone calls, appointments, shopping
and laundry,
(Never mind the nightly visits of
Worry and Fear)?
Where is Christ now?
He’s holding her close,
whispering in her thoughts,
breathing her prayers,
and calling in the angels.
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
–Psalm 139:8




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