This week's writing prompt from The Gypsy Mama is I feel most loved when...
It's totally silent and ink dark most mornings. Lately I've been snoozing three or four times out of sheer exhaustion. I shuffle into the kitchen for tea I wonder what could possible be wrong with me. I listen keenly to the promise of water heating to a boil in less than 2 minutes and watch the sun turn the sky every shade of pinky-orange I worry that my tiredness could be more than tiredness. Thankfully before my hardly awake brain can process all the more-than-just-tired syptoms, the water is boiling, I pour tea and head to my prayer closet.
In that short walk my whirlpooling thoughts shift. I'm not fully awake, but in that tiny room sitting with only an unpredictable flicker I feel the most loved. I repeat the breath prayer over and over reminding myself I am not alone. That I am never alone. I am reminded that it's Him in whom I live and move and have my being.
I feel most loved when I connect with the One who's put me here. Today. When I take time to remember promises He made way before I existed. Whether or not I feel His presence, I sit still in the dark and absorb the knowledge that He is here loving me as I am: exhausted, whirlpooling brain and all.