It seemed like a simple question, and yet I was frozen on the spot…how could I answer? It wasn’t the kind of enquiry which might result in a request of some sort, but rather an extension of “how are you?”
Thoughts came crashing all around me like a huge wave…am I busy enough? Or am I perhaps too busy?
“Busy” can be like a badge of honour in our society – the busier we are, the more valid our existence.
In contrast to that idea, I aim to give the impression of having as little going on as possible – not out of laziness, but rather to be open and available to those who need.
It can be so hard to keep grounded, remain focused on being present, when there is a reason to daydream and to keep your head in the clouds (to a point)…
…to notice in a new way, or to see through God’s lens.
How can I possibly measure a ‘heaven focus’ with a gauge of this world?
This simple question whirled around in my head, as I tried desperately to feel my way to the truth and find a sense of peace.
A light had been shone on my need to reconnect with God who calls me to minister amongst the people, day after day, and to find my peace there.
As I walked out into the city the next day, on my day off, I ways struck by this street art, which for me depicted the hands of God breaking through, drawing me to rest. Busyness is such a complex concept – but do we dare to not seek it?