Is it possible to write a post about how I feel there is nothing to write about? This blog is meant to be a space for my creative reflections on life. I’m trying to think if I’ve had any for the last few weeks? Hmm. Most of my days have been spent trying to survive, trying to walk through each day and get to the end of it. Life has been very much about the moment recently and my head has had little space to be reflective or thoughtful about that. Which might be sending me a bit crazy. I want to free up my brain from it’s current occupation and set it free to think about the wider issues of life. It’s just that the immediate seems to take up the most space in my brain and living hour to hour, moment to moment is about all I can manage.
Some might say that’s a good thing, it’s after all in the present that we experience God, it’s in the present that he is alive and active and we can become aware of him. But I long for my brain to make the space for recognising that right now. I long not to be all consumed by the immediate problems and issues of this present reality. I’m all for living in the moment if in that moment we have the space to remember who else is in the moment, that there is a another voice who speaks perspective and reality into the moment.
Remembering is active, left to my own devices I forget, I get caught up in my issues, my struggles, the only thing that is on my mind right now. Remembering forces me to place those things to one side for a moment so they can be picked up and looked at with fresh eyes. Remembering enables perspective to be restored. God really likes the whole remembering thing, he constantly puts reminders in the Israelites faces, stones are placed in significant places, special garments are worn and festivals are celebrated. Most of all, this side of the cross, we have a meal to remind us of the ultimate reality, that we are tied to this earth by bread and wine, by a body broken and poured out, by events that change everything.
I long to breathe in the habit of remembering. To not let the all consumingness of today rush me to the end of the day without having stopped at the feet of the one who knows about the stuff that runs around in my mind and who longs to shape it into not more consuming stuff but to give perspective on it, hope in the midst of it and a way to walk through it that enables me to keep on loving him and the people around me. How is this possible? Is this possible?
What helps you remember? What can help me remember?