By Stephen W. Hiemstra
The days pass quickly like leaves turning color before their time.
Where did the summer go? I am not ready for fall; I am not ready for cooler breezes and shorter days.
Lord, help me to be attentive to the times and seasons, to lift my head from my computer screen,
to listen for the sirens warning me that I am neither alone, nor as good as I might imagine in my dreams.
What was it that I missed while I struggled in spring and summer days to learn all my lessons and to earn enough to support a family?
Lord, help me to be attentive to the slower pace, the changing roles, the weeds that need to be pulled, the fruit in need of picking in the garden that I have so carelessly planted and left for others to tend.
Why is it quieter now when all I remember is commotion and running and shouting? Is it not enough to rest my soul, to draw nearer to you, and to not fear empty hours?
Lord, help me to be attentive to the things and the people and the feelings that for so long seemed only nice to know.
Lord, help me to see your face, to feel your presence, to know your Spirit, and to become more like your Son. In Jesus precious name, Amen
Leighton Ford. 2008. The Attentive Life: Discerning God’s Presence in All Things. Downers Grove: IVP Books.