In a Moment of Peace
I am Transformed
When you read something that strikes the perfect chord within your heart, joy ensues.
It might originate with a piece of music. You’ve never heard it before, but it seems that you are almost talking with God. Is it blasphemous to say something like that?
I was raised in a religion where there were teachers and priests to interpret what God said in case I misunderstood.
And yet, sometimes music is the voice of God to me.
I was impatient. There was so much to do, and I was fretting about it. I ate, and then I ate some more.
I watched mind-numbing television that I wasn’t even interested in. My impatience was so fraught and anxious.
I went to bed instead and slept, awakening sluggish and with headache.
My neck hurts. My stuff is not done.
And yet.
I listened, and it seemed the voice of God said to me, “Patience. It will come. Be patient.”
I am trying to explain what I experienced, and yet, it is so very difficult because I almost don’t understand, for there, at the very edge of who I am, awaits the anxiousness.
Be in the moment is all you have to do.
