Sometimes I can’t hear the breathings of my heart for the screamings of my head.
From the moment I wake up in the morning the incessant yammering begins running through my brain.
Two deadlines to meet by Sunday. Gotta get crackin’!
Get groceries for the Care Group dinner on Friday.
Meet Christine for lunch.
Go through that box in the closet.
Find my pearl necklace for the wedding. Who was the last person I lent it to?
Answer that email.
Library books due. Pay the credit card bill. Make sure his dress pants areironed.Findoutwherethatsmelliscomingfrom.Mailthatpackage.Gotothebank.Takethecattothevetwatertheplantsphonemomdefrostchicken...
I listen to the breathings of His heart.
And then …
There you are, breathings-of-my-heart!