dailydatewithgod

Growing up Catholic I learned the preciousness of this time of year.  The Lenten weeks of preparation for entering into Holy Week which started with Palm Sunday and the telling of the Passion of Christ to ending in the triumph of the Resurrection on Easter.  I am guessing our lives and the state of the world feels a lot like a Lenten season that has no end. We may feel it intensely like one long Holy Week that was supposed to have ended a few days ago with the resurrection on Easter.  It may feel like we still haven’t woken up on Easter morning to a Resurrection experience yet. While I cannot predict the future my guess is that there will be a resurrection, I just don’t know when.  I also imagine it will be different for different people. It is clear we are all walking a path where there is some level of needing to slow down, get quiet and go within.  Even for me who works in the Healthcare industry and is still showing up to work each day.  Aside from the grocery store, I am home.  I attend recovery meetings through my computer and connect with friends and family on the phone. I never appreciated the gal who waxes my eyebrows so much as I do now. LOL!  It is a good thing this blog isn’t video showing how long my eyebrows have grown or my attempt at tweezing them which is more painful when self-inflicted, but I digress. My experience on my daily dates with God is as an invitation to go within and connect to my true self.  Some of us may have tried it but got distracted.  Some of us may have tried a couple of times but found we didn’t like what came up and then got busy doing other things. For me, it wasn’t until my life depended upon it that I made a consistent effort I started with 2 minutes each day marked on my calendar to go within on a date with God. With persistent and consistent effort I began to meet the being God had always known and attempted to invite me to see. Maybe with no end in sight of this change in our lives, we have that same chance. Perhaps we are all being invited to go within, more than just in the physical sense.  What if our resurrection is about the reunited connection with ourselves?  What if this bizarre circumstance lends itself to us knowing more about the truth of who we are?  What if not doing is much allows us to remember we are human beings, not human doings?