Syncing with God's heartbeat
My heart is not proud, Lord, my eyes are not haughty;
I do not concern myself with great matters or things too wonderful for me.
But I have calmed and quieted myself,
I am like a weaned child with its mother;
like a weaned child I am content.
Israel, put your hope in the Lord both now and forevermore.
I have calmed and quieted my soul . . . like a child resting against its mother's breast; I am content, my soul is at peace.
I remember as a child lying on our couch with my dad watching TV. I rested my head against his chest listening to his heartbeat and his breathing. I would try to slow my breath and match my heartbeat to his, but of course, my body being much smaller than his, my breathing and heartbeat were much quicker. Yet I was content, relaxed, at peace.
Perhaps those moments of slowing and deepening my breath to match Dad's were moments that nurtured my ability to breathe slowly and deeply in prayer. Those moments nurtured a need within me to match my heart to my Father's heart, the Heart of True Love.
Lent is a wonderful time to rest against God's chest, to listen for God's heartbeat and deep, refreshing breaths.
Lord, help me to quiet my heart and soul in the desert of Lent. In the silence, speak your Word to me. As my soul is calmed and quieted, fill me with contentment and gratitude. Simply hold me in your arms, against your breast. May my breathing slow to match your deep, soothing breaths. May my heart beat in rhythm with your loving heart.
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