I have been spending a lot of time THINKING about prayer and spiritual practices. In preparing for the spiritual retreat at Faith Church on Sept. 29th, I have been combing through my files, writing up my ideas, and gathering materials.
I also, finally, purchased Patricia Raybon’s I Told the Mountain to Move. I have had it on my amazon list for about 6 years, ever since I heard her speak at the Festival of Faith and Writing. While I will review it later, I already feel as if it was now that God wanted me to read it rather than any other time in the past.
But, even with thinking and reading and being inspired and being excited about the retreat (and praying that people will come!), there is nothing like actually DOING.
The kids and I recently visited the in-laws on their Illinois farm. All around them are acres and acres of fields, corn underdeveloped and beans ravaged by spider mites. Yet on the edge of their fields, they had planted potatoes, onions, peppers and other wonderful delicacies.
With the kids enthusiastically gathering the crops, Grandma and Grandpa pulled up the bounty. After taking pictures, I joined in. Surprised by the joy of discovering the tips of onions bursting from the ground between the weeds, the dirt soon covered my hands and the piles grew.
The simple joy of getting dirty, of gathering the harvest, of being family. The joy of discovery along side my children’s. Playing an active role in God’s ongoing creation.
The spiritual practice of doing. The spiritual practice of getting my hands dirty.
God, thank you for including my children, my family, myself in your ongoing creation. Thank you for enlisting us all, calling us call, to be party of your Glory. Amen.