Come fly with me…

Last night I flew down to Ontario, CA from Seattle for a wedding.  Incredibly tense… even took in a (painful, spine crackling) massage at the airport before boarding.  My thoughts are a lot like my days: bouncing from issue to project to new idea to person to need to book to magazine article to future plans to…  but I closed my eyes and used the time on the ground (including a fuel delay) up until well after we leveled out for a long session of lectio divina meditation -using Psalm 133, one of the few I have memorized.  It was kind of cool that the process and feelings from being on the ground, taking off and flight fed into each stage of the meditation.

Then this morning, I used 20 minutes of the drive from the airport Travelodge to Big Bear Lake for the “Name of Jesus” prayer.

I wish I could tell you that I was refreshed, or gained a deep insight.  Perhaps this–it was hard work slowing the racing thoughts and staying on task, letting myself be in God’s presence.  That suggests something right there.  Pray for me.