Monday, November 16, 2009

Internal Processing

It's feels like a quiet season in my heart these days.

I've had a couple of bookends on the calendar that seem to have set themselves around a reflective time. I didn't set out to have "a reflective time." It just kind of happened.

Over the years I've grown more aware of the goodness of ebb and flow, waxing and waning, seasons and rhythms, so the contemplative mood of this last month has felt like a gift to be savored.

By the way, the occasions that presented themselves as brackets around my ponderings include last month's 25th anniversary of Byron and I setting out from the States together and his 50th birthday coming up next Sunday.

I have no great conclusions to draw or revelations to declare. It would be nice if the ruminations manifested themselves in a volume of poetry. Alas, there is no such fruit at this time.

But there is a beauty in that as well. The pausing of my spirit to ponder does not have to "produce" in measurable material. The pause is good for the sake of the pause, whether the outcome is seen and recognized or not.

How sweet, these days, of spiritual rest.

3 comments:

Eiríkur Víkingur said...

Wow! Thanks so much for sharing this. It hit on some areas I was mulling over with God this morning.

Hapi said...

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Carolyn said...

The fruit will appear when the time is right. Until then, God sees it, knows all about it, when the time is right, and it doesn't matter a whit whether or not anyone else sees or knows about it yet.

I happen to also be in one of those times, as well. I LOVE them! It's like having breathing space. I always think back to Mary. She knew about this, too.

Luke 2:17When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, 18and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. 19But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.

I love that last phrase! She "pondered" them in her heart. I'm sure that time prepared her for all that came after, all that she had to witness and endure. May your time be very blessed!

Carolyn :-)