I need to be less busy, Father.
He was retired.
I was making conversation.
What do you do with your day? I asked.
Sometimes it’s good to do nothing, he said.
I didn’t understand—
Boredom does not settle easily on me.
I need to be busy,
Flitting from one thing to another,
Filling my day
Sometimes it’s good to do nothing.
I tried it.
It took time for me to learn to take time—
And he’s right.
Am I too busy, Father?
Do I fill my life with so much activity,
That I miss your presence,
miss your availability?
I often pray that I will see you
in all the events of my life,
But do I miss your gentle whisper?
The Lord said, ‘Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the Lord, for the Lord is about to pass by.’ Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. (I Kings 19: 11–12, NIV)