"Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight, O Lord, my rock and my redeemer." - Psalm 19:14
Some weeks are just crazy ridiculous. Case in point: the croup visited us this week. I was first--of course, the croup is typically called a "bad cold" when you're an adult. Then came my husband and Kokomo Jo. But, when it visits 18 month old Peter Pan, it sounds like the whooping cough meets pneumonia. Needless to say, there's a reason why my book report on Friday never got posted.
So today, with the kiddos under Gramma's watchful eye and energized care, I dragged my tired limbs up a tree to bow hunt. I grew up in the midwest, so bow hunting to us is like sun tanning to a Californian. It's just a necessary part of life.
Three hours later, I felt my soul revived. Sometimes in the midst of chaos retreating into silence and meditation is more healing than drinking a bottle of Nyquil. It's cathartic.
I'll admit, I didn't spend much time in deep prayer or mental worship. I just...rested. I plotted on my next book, I Facebooked a little (God bless smart phones), but most of the time, I sat still (because you have to when you hunt) and watched Creation. The gargantuan squirrels (not sure what they're eating but holy squirrel on steroids!), the tiny hawk, and no deer. None. Just me and my bow and quiet time.
I think the Lord restores in quiet time--but it's hard to find silence in a world of chaos (and smart phones--lol). But I believe the meditation of our hearts can be pleasing simply because it stills us enough to recognize His glory when we are a coughing, snotty mess.
What's your meditative past time? How has God blessed you recently in your heart of hearts?