Transcendence

It’s hard to spend time in worship, sensing the presence of the holy and then try to turn around and write a blog about the mundane. That is my experience this morning. But since I’m in a series on self care and well being, this seems to be an important dimension to talk about. One that I’d left off my list.

In my culture, we have a tradition called soaking. It’s time spent being quiet, perhaps with music in the background, perhaps sitting in nature. No agenda, not reading, not praying, not meditating really. Just being in the presence of God and soaking up that presence. Nothing I have to do to earn that privilege. There is nothing I can do to make God love me more. There is nothing I can do to make God love me less. But I can position myself to receive that love.

I’ve written at other times about taking a sabbath, about rest, about replenishment. For me soaking is like water for other living things. It keeps me from being dried out, crispy, unable to receive. It is something I have to be intentional about, not let it get marginalized by “multi-tasking.”