I go to begin another tough day and I begin with a grumble – too much work, too little time, no quiet space, I mutter to myself. It’s been raining ever so often, the capricious skies wet~greening trees with pretty rainpearls. How I love driving past sodden trees, freshened and nourished from rain baths, beautiful beyond compare.
But I am too much in a rush to prolong Nature’s embrace. Too much work, too little time. I begin the day with a grumble.
It comes to me that I should take my discontent to the Lord. To ask that my hours be painted another colour. For a soft moss~bed among flowers for my weary head and heart. After all, I deserve a break as much as anyone else.
And so I do.
But this was God’s reply:
May we love our neighbours as ourselves,
and encourage them all to love You,
by bearing our share
in the joys and sorrows of others,
while giving offence to no one.
~ Paraphrase of the Lord’s Prayer by St. Francis of Assisi
No ear for my whine. No pillow for rest. But a firm thrust to go back out unto the highways and byways.
To gather the poor and the broken for the wedding feast, by loving them as Christ wills me to.