At the Hem of God's Robe...

I was raised on the practice of talking to God rather than listening for him in my moment by moment experiences of daily life. Recently I cleaned out a spare bedroom to make room for a pandemic friendly home office. I found journal upon journal of years and years of me telling God all I thought he needed to know.

I am slowly reading through them, only to discover that much of what I talked about somehow manages to seem very small compared to what I realize I might have focused on instead. What I once considered a prayer journal seems more like a journal today - and there is nothing wrong with that. But it reads more like free association than what a young woman would really say to God, should she happen to end up in his presence one day.

I am reminded of Job, who had plenty of stuff to say, none of which God found much to correct. But when he stood before God, no words sufficed.

Today, without words, close your eyes and imagine yourself standing at the hem of God’s robe. And feel the awe.