Reflection

 I am nursing a cold and resting in bed.  It is a time of quiet reflection.  I have been blessed with health and strength and the few scrapes I had to contend with “being sick” are few and insignificant.

Today I am spending my time to find God in the midst of my solitude - not to commune in memorized prayers but to speak with the language of the heart.  Often times, routine prayers become a recitation devoid of feelings and  impressions hurriedly spoken as if bidden by time.

I am looking for God’s presence in the ordinary day to day living.  I am resting my head at His feet finding comfort and peace.  I am basking without uttering a single word in His love for me and for humanity.  I am overwhelmed with the joy of His companionship.

As I turn my gaze upon God in my simple concept of a loving Father, I am grateful that He is ever mindful of me even when my physical condition at the moment is but a little cross to bear.  There are far serious things in the world to think about and yet, He is here keeping my company.

Yet and still when I am at my peak performing the tasks of daily life, I am hurrying to complete them and very little notice that God gives me my every breath.  That everything about me - my personality, my outlook and perspectives, the way I choose my preferences have been conscripted deeply into my DNA.  I was perfectly made for a purpose and that should be my life’s endeavor - to fulfill it as He intended.