Frankly, on Faith: Five Minutes
by Molly Jo Realy @RealMojo68
God is extravagant. He is Almighty. Eternal. Ultimate. Substantial. He is everything.
He is also personal. Intimate. Up close.
I often shy away from time with God because I can’t give him an hour of focus. Those are precious sixty minutes in which my mind will, after the first few, begin to wander. Plot. Plan. Apologize.
Dear God. I can’t focus. I’m sorry. Let me start over.
And it begins again.
How much time can you spend with God without looking at the clock?
I failed. I’m obviously not a good person because I can’t keep the world from coming in and interfering. You say it takes practice, discipline. But I know I’ll never get there. I’d best not waste our time by even trying.
When my daughter calls, I answer. If she can only speak for a minute, I welcome it. Because she thought enough to check in, say hi, let me know she loves me.
When my cat climbs onto my chair, I let her warm my feet or side for however long she stays. She’s not a failure when she leaves.
So why don’t I believe that God, in His much greater capacity for love and care, would accept whatever time offering I can give Him?
Would He rather I pretend to pray for thirty minutes or more, just counting ticks on the clock while being distracted? Or does He want all of my attention in whatever increments I can give?
My soul longs to be authentic to, for, and with God. I will give Him what I truly can, and trust He is by my side when the world beckons me to responsibility.
As I spend time with Him, the more opportunities I find to do so. He is a beautiful, never-ending circle. And we are smack dab in the middle of His grip.
With a stopwatch and Heavenly circumference,
And Frankly, My Dear . . . That’s all she wrote!