There are days when my heart seems miniscule. Days when my resentments seem bigger than my generosity. It's a very good thing that Spirit is so much bigger than we are, so much more compassionate, unselfish, in a better humor, having countless ideas and a well of creativity that has no bottom to it. What is so miraculous in all of this, is that Spirit invites us into all of that compassion, unselfishness, good humor, and creativity. We may be unable to hear the invitation for all the noise around us, or the resentments in our hearts which seem to scream so loudly, nothing else is audible. But the invitation is there. She is constantly whispering in our ear, always at work in our lives in ways we can't necessarily fathom. She can be a bit of a nudge. And then she can bring along Christmas miracles that leave us breathless. Sometimes we turn a corner and life changes. Our perspective widens. And what has been so difficult, softens. The path before us opens up and things just make sense.
How in the world can my heart be so small when my identity is rooted in eternity; when my soul belongs to the One who never sleeps; when I am the recipient of love beyond all comprehension?
Here's to hoping we can hear Spirit's voice a little more clearly, as we continue the journey on which each of us has embarked, simply by being born into this world.
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