so this is Linger

Moment by moment, hour by hour, the day slips away. Life in humanity's time moves from the quiet of first light quick into dusk. And I am left pondering. Did I make "time" in the day to express sufficient gratitude and adoration to the One who moves not in our plane of time?



My soap-filmed hands wring the cloth, and the plate rinses clear under running water.

Longing to be on my knees, hands empty of chores, idle in rest, with ability to turn palms open in a consecrated - planned - time and place. I long for morning devotion, steaming mug, open journal, Word of God. Surely I'm Martha, and once again, Mary has chosen what is better (Luke 10:38-42) And it occurs to me, the Word - The Word. Mary listening, soaking in the very Word.

I pull towels from the dryer, hold warmth close before folding.

My pondering shifts from human wondering thought. I'm aware of the change. Subtle, the Spirit lifts my perception from the secular, and gently lays it at the feet of Sacred. Fix these words of mine in your hearts and minds; tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. Teach them to your children, talking about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. (Deuteronomy 11:18-19) The Word, alive and active, while I sit, walk, lie down, and rise.

Another basket of dirty clothing awaits my attention. And without hesitation, I load it into the washer. I'm smiling. Can't help the giddiness of the moment. I'm living THE moment, His moment transcending time.

So this is what it is to Linger...