Making Space in the Noise

I've been trapsing around the Midwest for the past week or so. A week before that my church hosted a conference for 1200+. The second half of summer has been a bit hectic to say the least. As a result, my writing has suffered. I am rather oblivious to details, so if I don't have a repetitious schedule, I let important things fall by the wayside; in the absence of some arrangement of time, everything gets lost in a swamp of undone tasks and commitments.

Being on the road, I have time, but not headspace, at least that's the excuse I've made for myself. I haven't felt much like writing, so I haven't written much at all. "There are too many people in the van," I say. "I can't focus." Excuses.

Prayer too has fallen by the wayside. It's hard to talk to God in the white noise of unscheduled life. Don't get me wrong, I talk to Him, just not in focus, in earnest. But these again are just excuses. Sometimes silence and headspace are luxuries that life simply won't offer. But those are all just excuses.

Pastor Gary gave a sermon a couple of weeks ago about supply lines. In a time of war, if a supply line is cut off, the offensive halts, even falters. There is far too much kingdom work to do to give in to my excuses. While communication with the Father is often aided by silence, if it is dependent on it, it isn't much of a relationship at all.