Seeing that we were created in the image of the Highest, it makes sense that sympathy with Divinity, identification with the heart of God, would be life at it’s best.
I daily aspire.
But is that aspiration alone enough to water the ground where this miracle grows?
Or wait... Is it really a miracle?
I remember slipping between the sheets after a string of days full of giving, and asking if I might be made more sensitive, more sympathetic, more caring about the things on God’s own heart…
--only for my soul to hear this whisper:
For that, you need no miracle. Just time. I can’t do your part and Mine.
It is not easy to find sufficient time for communion when on the trot. I’m not going to lie.
It is only barely easier to find time for communion when at home.
But of this I have become convinced:
Activity is no substitute for communion.
"O Lord, I know that the way of man is not in himself:
it is not in man that walketh to direct his steps.” Jeremiah 10:23