Earlier this year, I started practicing Spanish to prepare for my sabbatical in Spain. For a few weeks I met with a teacher, but after COVID shut us down, I started using an app on my phone called DuoLingo. When I open the app, a helpful little green owl encourages me and gives me little tips. Yesterday marked my 257th day doing a little bit of Spanish. And, seriously, sometimes it’s truly just a little bit, maybe five minutes reviewing an old lesson about ordering “bread with cheese at a table for two persons.” Some days, I spend a long time working through lessons, but that’s really rare. A few minutes a day keeps me going and these lessons have become part of the structure of my day.
I think finding time to sit with God – to rest in the love that is always around us but is sometimes hidden because we don’t stop – is like that. A few minutes, a bit of time, practiced every day, sometimes tucked in between the meetings or homework assignments, at the beginning or end of the day, while the dinner is in the oven, between shoveling the front walk and the driveway.
Our promise is that whenever we show up, for even just moment, God rushes in to remind us of who we are and where we’ve come from and where we’re going: a child of God, born from the heart of God’s grace, baptized and filled with heaven. There is a fire of Spirit burning deep within you that will keep you warm for the winter; a flame that highlights the contours of beauty that are always before you; a peace that passes all disease, or discontent, or injustice.
I suspect a few minutes a day, even when we have to start the streak over and over again, will get us through these days and raise us into new chapters ahead.
Peace, Grace, Love,