Come with me on my early morning hike, or call it apilgrimage, to Dun I, the tallest hill on Iona. We got off at six. Hardly a cloud and we didn’t see a single human being the entire time. But yes, there were sheep and birds praising God in their own particular way.
I have a harder time getting into my praise rhythm. In the morning my mind seems abuzz with thoughts. Whether at home or on holiday it takes me a while to settle down into gratitude, to be present to God’s world. You’d think that in this beauty, where the veil between heaven and earth is awesomely thin, I could settle into God’s creation right away. But no. So I did what I usually do to get in step with God: I went through my prayer list, with ease, breathing in God’s love, breathing out God’s love. My mind quieted. Pray without ceasing.
I have a harder time getting into my praise rhythm. In the morning my mind seems abuzz with thoughts. Whether at home or on holiday it takes me a while to settle down into gratitude, to be present to God’s world. You’d think that in this beauty, where the veil between heaven and earth is awesomely thin, I could settle into God’s creation right away. But no. So I did what I usually do to get in step with God: I went through my prayer list, with ease, breathing in God’s love, breathing out God’s love. My mind quieted. Pray without ceasing.
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