Inhaling deeply

It was a deep breath morning.

I need mornings like this.

Lots of them.

Mornings when I can sit on my swing in the sanctuary of my surroundings and hear Him speak to me. When my emptiness is wanting and His abundance is waiting.

This morning was full of an evanescent quiet. Fleeting as it was, I found myself enveloped by a gentleness that danced into my awakening.

A childlike moment that is as simple as blowing dandelion seeds into the wind.  A deep breath casting the seeds of grace to carry me through the day.

Joining in today at Chatting At The Sky's Tuesday Unwrapped

 

© A Sacred Longing 2009-2010

A morning walk

Fresh air, warm sun and the slow awakening of the world around me was a moment of grace at the start of my day.  In this very brief moment, I am able to gather in deeply the beauty of life and creation. 

Too soon the day will become busy and distracting.  It was never His intent.  Nor is it His making.  It is mine.  All mine. 

Nonetheless, the Creator's canvas is always before me.  Beauty and grace appear with each stroke of His hand and whisper of His breath.  These moments are never meant to be brief and fleeting.  Rather, with eyes to see and ears to hear I would encounter the unimaginable beauty that surrounds my every breath.  A beauty that should bring me to my knees.

His Spirit beckons me to pause. 

To see.

And hear.

Then be changed.

I am learning to turn from the chaos and seek the calm of the Creator.  To look deeper into the eyes of the one I am talking to.  To listen beyond the words but to the heart.  To wander beyond the obvious into the deep. 

It is a faith walk, my friends.  A simple path to the place where heaven's grace caresses the earth.  Prepare to remove your sandals because we are standing on Holy Ground.

© A Sacred Longing 2009-2010

Lauds - The Awakening

Finally, the frenetic pace of life is slumbering. In its rhythmic breaths, a silent tranquility permeates the world

While most people are gently sleeping, I greet this hour with anticipation. There is a tender peace to be found in this morning darkness. One that softly embraces the beginning of my day. Morning is calling my soul to awaken. This is the time I present my sacred offering - body, soul and mind - upon the altar of this day.

It requires a holy preparation for soon the rising sun will beckon the day to begin. As its rays permeate the sky, the day will come quickly. I must be ready to greet all the joys and challenges that will be set before me.

In this precious solitude I find purpose. In this sacred silence, I find strength. In this morn, I find the Source of all I will ever need to carry me through this day.

© A Sacred Longing 2009

A Morning Song

There is something beautiful in this dark hour. A deep penetrating quiet that floods my soul. It washes over me with such ferocity I can't help but soak it in. As others sleep, I sit.

Waiting.

Listening.

You're my place of quiet retreat; I wait for your Word to renew me.
Psalm 119:114 The Message

Sometimes I hear with great clarity.

Other times, the clamor within makes the listening difficult.

Today is a little of both. Often the case when the day ahead promises a fullness of time and responsibility. Yet, here in this dark we meet.

Your Presence and my soul unite. The muse of my heart awakens to the joy found in this morning. This marrying of The Holy and the hungry gives rise to praise.

A fitting start to the day.