As posted by yours truly at RevGalBlogPals:
I am about to do a new thing; now it
springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the
wilderness and rivers in the desert. Isaiah 43:19, NRSV
we near the end of the long journey toward Easter, a busy time for
pastors and layfolk alike, I ponder the words of Isaiah and the relief
and refreshment of a river in the desert.
For this Friday Five,
name five practices, activities, people or _____ (feel free to fill in
something I may be forgetting) that for you are rivers in the desert.
I realized after posting this at RevGalBlogPals that it’s only been 8 weeks since I picked a similar theme, but I guess it feel important at this time of year.
1. Really beautiful music is a deep spring of spiritual water for me and has been since I was a little girl. I have eclectic taste, so it’s not limited to one genre in particular. I suppose I’m fortunate that I get a lot of refreshment from good hymn-singing, whether the hymns are old or new (as long as they’re singable).
2. Reading poetry is a relatively new source for me. I’m a faithful listener of "A Writer’s Almanac" and get the e-mails, too, for those days I’m not able to hear it on the radio. I have a small collection of favorite poets. And I realize I could use some poetry today.
3. Just like the contestants on "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire," I like to Phone a Friend. I have a number of friends, some relatively new friends and one from as long ago as childhood, whose voices on the other end of the line are an immediate source of refreshment. I’m grateful to S and K and L and A and D for being there and for thinking of me, too.
4. Whether it happens at night in the dark before I drift to sleep, or sitting at my desk, or in worship, or (eyes open) while driving the car, formally or in a hurried mental whisper, prayer renews and revitalizes me, and even moreso when I’m praying for someone else.
5. On the physical plane, I find kind and affectionate touching to be a source of relief and refreshment. Today that will be hugs from my kids, petting the dogs and cats, and getting, finally, the massage postponed when I had the flu. I am particularly touch-deprived since Pure Luck has been away for five weeks, but we’re now counting down to a brief reunion, and I am delighted.
P.S. Also, d’oh, writing. Clearly, I need another cup of coffee.