A Funny Thing Happened On the Way to ...

The thing about interruptions is that they ... interrupt you. They are annoying. They are intrusive. They think their agenda is far more important than the agenda we have claimed as our own. 

So here we are -- out living life. And then, BAM! An interruption to interrupt ALL interruptions ever interrupted in history. (My English Lit.  Professor is wringing her hands about now. "She didn't learn a thing!") Truth is, I've had so many interruptions the past few years that I've learned how to grab hold and hang on for the ride. I am a work in progress so perhaps I should change that to read I'm learning to grab hold ...

I love to play the piano. There is something soothing in running my fingers over the keyboard. Sometimes I will sing and others I let the sound flow from my fingers. There is an important practice you learn early on in Music Theory and that is the necessity of the REST. 
A rest can add incredible beauty, a needed breath, even a sense of anticipation that the mood of the music is changing. A rest is incredibly important in the overall picture. I've heard pianists that seem to fight the rest. They bang on the keyboard, not differentiating from the haunting beauty that can be found in the slowing of a piece. We aren't intended to pound through life.

But we do.

We don't like to be interrupted or invited to come to a STOP. There is too much silence. And the silent places drive us nuts! I am a visual learner so visually I would say this looks like:

I see an explosion of notes where no one is listening to anyone but everyone is screaming and pounding away trying to have the final say. 

It is painful to hear.

I used to run from the silence. I wasn't aware of it but I did. That has been and continues to be very important in this season of healing. Sometimes the silence is overwhelming as I go for days without seeing or talking with anyone. Yet it is in the silence that I find myself drawn into some of the most sacred moments. 


The silence I used to run from I find now I run to it. And in so doing, the rest finds itself beautifully woven to the music that now is a lovely, grace-filled experience. 

And it is good.

I go into a day that I could easily fill with noise. I refuse to do that. I will, instead, invite the rest -- the silence -- that I might breathe in to the day. It is my prayer someone else might experience peace in me and in so doing, bask in their own grace-filled moment.

Your choice: are you going to bang through your day or invite moments of silence? You might be surprised in the encounter.

Enjoying the Journey,

Debra

Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.

In all your ways acknowledge Him and He will make your path straight.

-- Proverbs 3:5-6