“Help me Lord, when I am in trouble.”
We sang that response a week or so ago to the Psalm reading. It resonates with me often.
Not that I’m really in trouble, as in trouble-trouble, but my life seems to grow more complex with every day. How is that possible?
We’re snowed in; the house is warm; we have food. How bad could it be? Truth is, it’s not. But sometimes – no often, I find myself fretting because it seems as if nothing is ever done-done.
For example, I’m redoing the semester schedule for my Speech class because it’s a once a week class. Monday nights, to be exact. I redid it last week after a power shortage at school forced a closing; I’m redoing it again as the snowstorm forced another closing.
That’s one small example and not the end of the world, but it’s another detail that took some time to figure out and complete. Twice, as it were.
The time I sit here to write these Lenten reflections is one more piece, but it’s a piece that allows me time to really reflect. My shoulders lose the tenseness they have when I’m figuring out things at the big desk; I remember to breathe. I stop fretting and let my thoughts roll out through the tips of my fingers typing. I remember to trust the journey.
Trust set me on this journey anyway, years and years ago. Trusting that I would eventually discover what it was I was doing in this life. And I have.
I discovered that I’m doing entirely too many things at the same time, my various hats spinning around on my head as if I were Charlie Chaplin – or somebody like that. Groucho Marx?
There — that’s what I needed. I needed to smile, to see my frustrations as just a little silly. To trust that if I waited long enough, spirit would give me the poke in the ribs I needed.
And for that I am grateful.
Where do you need a spirit poke today? In recovering your sense of humor? In recovering a space where you can just be and breathe? Feel the way spirit moves through your body and your life and be grateful.