We skated to school today. It was the only way to make it down the hill. "Keep contact!" I cry out to the children. We discover that if you try to walk on ice, that's when the falls happen. But if you keep contact--never lifting your shoes--you can glide smoothly along.
Keep contact! I say it over and over again, reminding myself I will not fall if I keep my feet down.
Later, as I begin the morning rush of dishes, laundry, doctor's appointments, responding to student emails, lesson plans, and all the rest, I stifle my spiritual self, my true self, designed to rest in and receive from God. That little mantra repeats: Keep contact and you will not fall.
On days like this, when I'm already late for everything, I remember that keeping contact matters most of all.
And all of a sudden, the day opens before me, smooth and clear as winter ice. I launch out, skating smoothly with the wind at my back and the sun on my face.
Journal: How can I keep contact with God today? Is it possible to stay connected on busy days?