All is quiet as I sit on my bed, except for the faint rumblings of the heater. It’s Sunday, my “day off” from crocheting, and everything else, but I’ve pulled out my yarn anyways to unwind before bed. I’m pretty sure that crocheting will still qualify as “resting” on the Sabbath. I have a lot to chew on from church this morning and youth group this evening, and my mind is aimlessly busy.
How glad I am to be alone at this moment. I didn’t anticipate how hard it would be to concentrate as I work on this project. I’m often surrounded by people and activity as I pray, and I also have to multitask by counting my stitches. The good thing is it’s teaching me the reality of praying anywhere, anytime. When I was a kid I had this pious notion that prayer had to be long to be good. These days, I find that sincere simplicity and brevity is sometimes more authentic than long-winded eloquence. I’ve learned that my “flare prayers” (as a friend called them) during conversations are equally valid.
But tonight, the struggle against distraction was only from myself. How easy it is to fill up time with other things. I resisted even turning on some music, taking full advantage of the luxury of solitude that allowed me to focus. My single, solitaire square, with a simple thanks for the stillness, seemed apt.
Note: You may notice that the day this was posted is not Sunday. By way of explanation, my posts are usually a few days behind when they were written.
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