Listening

In this busy, busy, American life I find that I keep my mind almost constantly stimulated with music, media, phone calls, text messages, reading, writing, working and playing. I do not allow enough time each day to be still, to be quiet, to listen, to hear from God or to process through meaningful conversations or analyze patient interactions to see the root of the issue. My mind zips here and there, like a nervous butterfly.

There are activities in each day where I am more inclined to listen, when the monotony or familiarity of the tasks allow my mind to quiet. These for me are running, showering, lawn mowing and painting or sketching. I have some of my best times with Jesus then.

I am training for a half-marathon primarily by myself, which gives me moments of peace and reflection-- when pain or fatigue do not demand my attention. Running long distances has a quieting effect on my spiritual heart.

Lead me to the cross

Savior I come
Quiet my soul, remember
Redemption's hill
Where Your blood was spilled
For my ransom

Everything I once held dear
I count it all as lost
Lead me to the cross
Where Your love poured out
Bring me to my knees
Lord I lay me down
Rid me of myself
I belong to You
Lead me, lead me to the cross

You were as I
Tempted and tried
Human
The word became flesh
Bore my sin and death
Now you're risen

Everything I once held dear
I count it all as lost
Lead me to the cross
Where Your love poured out
Bring me to my knees
Lord I lay me down
Rid me of myself
I belong to You
Lead me, lead me to the cross
To your heart
To your heart
Lead me to your heart