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...
STOP!!!
I go to my favorite chair, open my Bible, ask
God to speak.
I listen to the breathings of His heart.
Aahh.
And then …
There you are, breathings-of-my-heart!
