Two days in a row to post on my blog...man that is quite the record for me. I feel inspired to write about my meditation I had in prayer today. I felt it was a divinely inspired thought, so I hope others can get something out of my words.
I closed my eyes after communion and made myself aware of the presence of God around me. The church was dark and quiet, as I like it. I had a meditation come to my mind (I would compare it to a daydream), and I saw a little boy, roughly around age 4 or 5. As young boys do at this age, he started playfully running and then looking back at me to see if I would chase after him. I naturally did chase after him, playing along with his game. I found myself running through long grasses, and he kept motioning me to follow him. He kept laughing and I kept chasing--this kid loved to play! Suddenly, he stopped and started to take long grass (reeds?) and stack them in a pile. He started to take mud between his hands and smash the grass and mud together. "Um, God, where are you going with this?" But the meditation continued. Next thing I know the little boy grew a few years old, and looked to be around age 10. He ran to a nearby stream and leaped into, gathering fish with his hands. I stood watching in awe, as he joyfully ran back to his makeshift pile of grass and mud and skillfully built us a fire. He took the fish and pronounced them on long sticks, and he slowly roasted the fish on each side.
Does even the little child Jesus always provide for me? I never posted this a year ago...(it was originally written in Jan 2011, and it is now Dec 2011) but I feel like as it is Advent, the Child Jesus wants to get reacquainted again. What can I learn from this little Child? Does He want to teach me how to be a child again? Does He want me to hold Him? Does He want me to learn how to play while I work? Yes, He enchants me--this little spry boy who catches fish and builds fire out of mud and reeds. Light a fire in this heart, o Little Child of Bethlehem, and teach me how to become a child who can play with you and love you.
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