A friend said her Lenten exercise is a twenty-minute walk and talk with Jesus. Now I walk as well; I try to pray, but after a few phrases my mind
skitters goes sideways blanks shakes out empty.
After half a block I reel it in and start all over again. A few thanksgivings, then
meanderings desperate pleas veers to the left more empty shakes.
Today I will walk; the snow is melted off the sidewalks; I will try to skitter less and be in His presence more.
But wait: I am in His presence all the time, no matter what state I am in.