Tuesday night our small group met as usual at my house. After dinner we were curled up in our usual places in my living room, discussing Lectio Divina, the practice of slow, contemplative reading of a passage of Scripture.
Ready to apply this practice, we agreed to a time of silence before the Lord first and then one person would read the verses. We closed our eyes and the silence was delightful, rare, welcome. I became aware of myself in the presence of God. The silence stretched on and I thought, “Here I am Lord. This is good, because it is so seldom we do this.”
Silence, silence, more silence.
I thought, “Did I misunderstand? Was I supposed to read the passage?”
Silence.
Finally I opened one eye and peeked. Heather was trying hard not to laugh and pointing across the room to Molly who was fast asleep! Continue reading
