A Moment of Perfection

Sitting on the deck this morning for my prayer time was a moment, a sweet, brief moment, of perfection.  Better even than the bowl of french vanilla ice cream with fresh-cut strawberries I had last night.  It's hard to top that.

Behind me was the morning's chaos of Getting to School.  Before me lies the work of a church...the finances, the scheduling, the sermon writing, the wedding counseling, the day-to-day work of every pastor.

But in between chaos and ordinary was perfection.  The air this morning was like the little puffs of breath a baby exhales while peacefully sleeping.  Like the gentlest of caresses or a silken shawl, it touched my skin, then slipped away.

And my busy mind took a breather. Sitting with my eyes closed I could hear the eager morning chatter of a hundred birds, smell the fragrance of spring trees that have flowered abundantly this year.  And my mind shrugged its impatient shoulders and sat still.

This is a victory.

I am generally held captive by a mind that over-processes, flits, worries and spins like a dervish (which I have actually seen once on the Today show).  A mind that was blank for a mili-second or a minute is a victory.  It felt like my brain relaxed. Like it slipped a little more deeply and comfortably into the easy chair of silence.  I liked it.

A moment of physical, mental and spiritual perfection.  Is this a glimpse of what prayer can be? Dare I hope for more?

Blessings today,
Julia