Hi, everyone! Lately, I’ve been feeling uninspired. We’re only 10 days into October, and I feel as though I’m drowning. I believe there is a direct connection between lack of inspiration and the hectic pace of my life at the moment. We all experience this from time to time, don’t we?
Today, I was able to spend sometime at the Teresian Sisters’ Convent in Covington, as I organized a retreat for our sixth graders. The property consists of several heavenly acres covered with trees. In the center is lovely little chapel with a large, beautiful crucifix and windows behind the altar that showcase the tall pine trees just on the other side. It is a place of serenity. The landscape it dotted by religious statues and park benches, surrounding a pond with turtles, fish and an occasional goose.
This morning – I kid you not – I had a “to do” list of about twenty things that had to be taken care of by 8 a.m. – part of my job – last minute details. After “running a marathon” from 6 a.m to 8 a.m. I hopped in my car and headed to the convent, hoping that the natural surroundings there would infuse me with the sense of peace that I misplaced in the bedlam of the morning.
Everything on the radio just sounded like noise to me – conflicting and crashing with the busy thoughts in my head. I decided to turn off the radio and plug in my rosary tape. What a good decision! I imagined that I had Mother Mary riding in the passenger seat of the car beside me. At last I could breathe more easily.
One lingering side effect of the stress is itching. Inexplicably, I sometimes itch. Usually, its localized. Today, It was all over – a truly maddening itch – something else to remove my focus from God -IF I let it! I begged, “Lord, please take this from me.” He definitely got my attention, didn’t He?
I find myself missing Him so much! It seems almost too ludicrous a statement to make. I know that God is always with me – within me even! How much closer could one get to his/her Creator?
God never leaves our sides. It is we who leave Him. I’ve been mentally absent from Him, and I know it. I’ve allowed life to get in the way of that precious communion with Him. I feel the tug of His love for me, patiently but firmly calling me back – back from the activity, back from the commotion, back from the noise.
If I won the lottery, I believe that I would build a home with a room set apart from the other rooms of the house. It would be sound proof, with a “do not disturb” sign on the door. The walls would be bare, except for a picture of the Sacred Heart and perhaps the Holy Family. It would have a plush, comfy couch, a book light and a kneeler. There, I would “run away” to be with Jesus.
Until such a time this “dream room” becomes available, I guess I’ll have to use my trusty bathtub as a means of escape. My time in the tub is sacred. My family respects that space – probably because when I’m in there, I’m in my “birthday suit!” Come to think of it, I haven’t had a nice, long bubble bath in a couple of weeks (I know what you are thinking – Yes, I have showered instead!)
Drained, depleted, dragging, uninspired… I think I’ll go run some bath water. Jesus, here I come!