What if . . .
. . . I meditated as often as I checked my email?
. . . I talked with God as regularly as I posted a new Facebook status?
. . . My fingers longed to touch prayer beads instead of an iPhone?
. . . There was space in my heart, my soul, my spirit, that I did not try to fill?
It is in vain that you rise up early
and go late to rest,
eating the bread of anxious toil;
for [God] gives sleep to [the] beloved.
Psalm 127:2, NRSV
And so I post this . . . image, thoughts, and confession . . . on my blog, on Facebook, on Twitter. How strange. (Even crazy?) God, help me disconnect … and reconnect with you. Amen.