My young boys keep up a steady conversation...with themselves, with me, with "mid-air". Not a quiet, whispered murmuring, soothing in the background, but a loud rumble punctuated with emphatic shrieks and shouts. The intermittent pounding of running feet wakes me in the morning and the repetitive questions of my sweet African Lion escort me through the day. Even as I type now, he is standing by my side asking me questions about whales and dinner. I'd like to be able to write a thoughtful, insightful essay, but honestly I can't even remember what I sat down to type in this post. It has been driven from my head by the background noise of my life.
Sitting here typing and listening to them, my eyes fall upon a beautiful needlepoint icon of Christ "written" (icons are not made or painted) by a dear priest friend of mine. In His hand, He holds a page from the Gospel of St. Matthew: "Come to me, all you that labor, and are burdened, and I will refresh you. Take up my yoke upon you, and learn of me, because I am meek, and humble of heart: and you shall find rest to your souls." (Douay-Rheims) (here, teenage daughter comes by to talk, phone rings with distant relative, adult children drop by, life keeps on happening with ever increasing frequency and insistency).
***sound of time passing......
Five days later, I am back posting with you. The commotion still swirls, but inside of the hurricane is the still eye...where He carries all my burdens.