Working on this lately:
Today I am watching the most beautiful flowers wilt slow in their vase. They can hold on for a little while longer but not much– cut off from the earth and their roots– planted in shallow glass and water– they’ll soon droop and dry and fade. How I might wither, too, when I cut myself off from prayer, from talking to God– the One Who sustains with Divine Joy. Because– imagine this! I don’t make time. And it’s true, some days feel like a scrap of butter has been pulled too thin over toast and I close the front door for work before I open my Bible. To remember: I want my schedule to take root in God’s presence, to grow from a source of Divine Joy, to cultivate abundant life, to share the fruit of God’s love. His love is sustenance beyond any earthly desire: “I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing” (John 15:5).