Today is Friday, July 25th, 2003; Karen's Korner #100

(Thanks for the "centennial" Karen's Korner and for allowing me to write my thoughts and share those writings by others! I have added a number of names to my daily emailing list and subtract a few off at their request. At any rate, thanks for the journey!)

 

Dear Lord,

 

Thank You for so many wonderful friends and relatives. How could I be so fortunate!

 

I love to be around people and listen to what they have to say and have them return the favor by them listening to me. There is so much to enjoy and learn by the communication exchange.

 

Sometimes another person can start a conversation and I butt in a finish the thought or word. Or I begin to share a similar experience, when I should be listening. Do I do that to You, Lord?

 

Sometimes I am around people and there really isn't conversation. One person "holds court"; has a lot to say. No one else has the opportunity to say anything. I know sometimes that is me, too. Is that what we tend to do when pray, God? Do we hit You with our lists of Your "marching orders" of what You should be doing for us and for others? And never give You a chance to tell us what You are thinking or wanting for us?

 

Sometimes when someone is talking, I become distracted. Maybe by another conversation. Maybe by another event happening in a close proximity. Maybe by another thought which I am having. I know that my body language is screaming that I am paying limited attention to what is being said. I don't like it when I do it and I don't appreciate it when it is being done to me. How often do I do that to You? Do I toss You random thoughts and distracted attention?

 

Sometimes when I am around a friend, or a group of friends, the talk and chatter is rich and meaningful. We are together and we wish the time could continue indefinitely. After our planned or chance meeting, we recall the exchanges as if they were suspended into forever. The dialogue was more than idle chatter. We went much deeper into our hearts, minds and souls with things that matter to each of us.

 

Sometimes that has happened to me when I talk with You. But too many times I am tossing up air balls. Help me to be a communicator with You. Sometimes listening. Sometimes talking. Sometimes learning. Sometimes loving. Sometimes learning to love. Sometimes being thankful. Sometimes being filled with your joy. Sometimes enjoying today. Sometimes looking forward to tomorrow. You have a storehouse of all of these things. None of which every run empty.

 

Thank You, God, for being You!

 

Karen


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