Healing . . . entering into God’s Time

Sunset at the Halekulani

Good Evening, God!

This was where my wonderful husband Kit took me for  Mother’s Day dinner in Waikiki. It has got to be one of the most beautiful spots on the island!

I confess, God, that I haven’t quite gotten used to Kit’s now remembering important dates. Without a word or hint he made reservations and bought a lei.

Hmm. Well, yes, God, I might have noticed this earlier if I had refrained from hinting and announcing upcoming dates.

I’ve stopped hinting — OK, prodding — because now I really enjoy dinners at home. We look out from our dining area on an expansive green of park/school grounds. And while we don’t get sunsets on the water, we do get green grass and the slow fading of the sky into dusk.

Going Out and Doing are fun. But, Rest and Relaxation are healing. I keep thinking that a few moments of rest here and there are enough for my parasympathetic nervous system to do its cleanup and healing work. Alas, no. It needs TIME. It needs good deep sleep at night and periods of relaxed time during the day.

The Mother’s Day dinner was certainly relaxing. But what I need now, God, are long periods of puttering without goals — and without a desire to zip on to the Next Thing.

The lines of William Blake come to me:

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.

Ah, to have Time slow down . . . to enter . . . into Your Time, God. That is Healing.