Are your thoughts disorganized from this unexpected and oddly threatening, yet quiet time?
The mockingbird seems scattered in his thoughts. He cannot finish a song. He’s so enthralled with one, he belts it out until another distracts his perky little mind, and he quickly switches with as much enthusiasm as he sang the first.
I’m like the mockingbird, a thought strikes me like a gong, and, shook up, I investigate. I hum with the ringing to listen for nuances and study where the ever-widening circles of vibration will travel. How does this sound fit into the broader world? What is it saying? Then, Ding! Another thought rings a note on top of the gong, and I must abandon my meditation to pursue the dangling note. I’m both delighted in its facets yet frustrated that I cannot work a single thought to the end of its course, before another bumps it aside.
Oh to be as the mockingbird! Enjoy the song while it lasts, then relish the interruption of a different strain with equal attention. Take each as it comes, without edit or addition, like individual charms added to a bracelet, instead of melting them down with others to be molded into something quite different from the original.
Self! Breathe the innocence of the mockingbird. Shrink to the stature of a child and laugh on Jesus’ knee instead of pelting Him with theoretical questions and demanding answers. Crawl into God’s lap as a weaned child with her mother. Snuggle into the curve of his shoulder without a need for something more, other than to share each other’s presence and to enjoy the music.
Mark 10:13People were bringing little children to Jesus for him to place his hands on them, but the disciples rebuked them. 14When Jesus saw this, he was indignant. He said to them, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. 15 Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.” 16 And he took the children in his arms, placed his hands on them and blessed them.
Psalm 131:2 But I have calmed and quieted myself, I am like a weaned child with its mother; like a weaned child I am content.