Give Me Jesus

Right now, I am listening to sacred choral music on KUSC, which they broadcast every Sunday morning.

Lent continues, and although I have not technically given up anything, I do find that there is more space in my soul for introspection and reflection.  I am watching far less TV/Netflix, and I am feeling more connected to God, myself, and slowly, others.  This is a little terrifying at times, because I am an introvert who has been living alone in a cold city for a while now and who has, in many ways, intentionally distanced myself from many of the connections that clamor for my attention.

I was a telling a friend on the phone yesterday that feeling connected to oneself often means the difference between feeling isolated and feeling recharged.

I woke up feeling the grace of connection.  (Yesterday did not feel this way, and I longed for it.)  I journaled a bit and then walked down the street to get a bagel and a turmeric latte.  After breakfast (eaten to a beautiful rendition of "Give Me Jesus" by Barbara Hendricks with the Moses Hogan Chorale), I wrote a few postcards and then opened my laptop to blog.

Church comes later, but my worship has already begun.

And when the morning ends, at noon, I will be rising from my pew as the minister says, "Now ends our worship, and our service begins."

Amen.