Evening Reflection
It did not take long before I was tested on this guidance. About the same time as I finished writing this, my 12 year old son came and stood at my office door. It was 6:30 am and there he was with headphones on and the latest mini-music player in hand. He on one side of the door, planted firmly in the world of technology and constant stimulation, bouncing to the beat, and I on the other, in silence, resting in the glow of communing with God.
We looked at each other. Okay, we stared. I wondered what he was looking at. It was a sort of diffuse look, as if he were staring past me. I thought perhaps he was seeing the heavenly light surrounding me. (Okay that was my ego talking). Or more likely, he was wondering if it was okay to enter my space. I wasn’t quite ready for human contact, and was thinking No as he came in.
He walked up to me and said in a bright, innocent tone, “Good morning.”
“Darn,” I thought. He was just a fragrant flower…without a morning meditation. And he had beaten me at my own game. He got there first! How humbling. I did,however, regroup-and chimed back, “Good morning.” And he bounced away joyfully.
Let’s just say that what my son gave me was a wake-up call.
How long was it before your first test?
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