The warmth of the conservatory drew me in for my morning
quiet routine. As I focused on the devotional, I gradually become aware of the
gentle purring of the cat, stretched in the sun on the chair opposite me. Indy
isn’t a cat who craves petting and cuddles, but she enjoys company, as her
contented purrs demonstrated.
Companionship needn’t be noisy chatter. There’s an
interactive contentment when sitting with others you love, or respect and
appreciate, which needs no verbal exchange. All it needs is time.
I’m aware that lately, I’ve curtailed that sort of loving
lingering with the Lord. There seems to be so much to do all the time, and for
some reason it takes me longer to do it all than it used to. But when Don
remarked the other day how much he enjoyed my company, even when we aren’t
speaking, I recognised how much I’m missing time spent just sitting with the
Lord, too. Prayer is an attitude of the heart as well as an outpouring of the
lips.
This morning, as the world convulses in violence and pain, I
am thinking of Jesus, in the Garden of Gethsemane, asking his friends to sit
with him for an hour. To stay awake, and just keep him company.
I don’t know how to pray for this tortured world, but I can
sit with the Lord of all as he prays.
So this morning, I surrender again to Jesus, knowing that I
need his help to make some adjustments to my schedule, so that I have the right
alignment of my priorities.
I don’t want to continue as Martha. I’d rather be Mary.
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