Yes, it was more listening than speaking. I couldn’t speak anyway. Hacking cough throughout – day & night. Hope I didn’t disturb the other retreatants too much…
After the storm I took a walk, wanting to shoot the dusk. Just missed getting drops of water from the roof, on my head. Lifting my head, I saw shelter upon shelter.
The roof is physical shelter, but over the roof are the skies. His strength is in the skies (Ps 68:34).
God’s shelters, like God-given dreams and God-led battles, are not confined to a physical location.
Sweet soup of reconnection.
“We have little time for what is useless and, for that, we are contemplatively the poorer.”
“We are restful when ordinary life (experienced at its ordained pace) is enough.” (italics, mine)