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Made to Notice


Photo credit: Michael Halloran

We notice when something is changing, not when it has changed.

We are made this way.

  • To attend to the acceleration, not the constant speed
  • To catch the approach of a predator, not the constant sway of the grass
  • To feel the crawl of a spider, but not the constant warmth of the sun

We notice when we are jarred from our reverie into attention.

We are made this way. But…

  • If acceleration becomes constant speed.
  • If predators crouch to blend in.
  • If spiders stop to take a bite.

We may stop noticing.

We are made this way, too.

Oh, stillness, thank you, for drawing my attention back to constancy.

  • constant motion
  • constant sway
  • constant warmth.

We are also made this way.

Beloved, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is pleasing, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence and if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things. ~ Philippians 4:8

How would life look if we became the change we want to see?

ripple-effectHow quick are we to fantasize
how life might be,
if only what we wished for
were true.

If life were different, I would be successful.
If life were different, I would be recognized.
If life were different, I would be loved
the way I want to be loved.
If life were different.

What might be,
if we spent the time,
Instead of wishing,
Instead of fantasizing,
Instead of dreaming,

How would life look,
if we made the changes that need making?
if we attended to the things we’ve been avoiding?
if we righted the wrongs that need righting?

What if, instead of
we acted on our wildest imaginations
and let them change us?

That would change everything.

Making Space for Him to do More

How I do love to make myself useful. In fact, that instruction still rings gently in my ears from my mother, frustrated that I had too much time on my hands with nothing to do. “Go make yourself useful,” she’d say good-naturedly. And I would go and be about some other twaddling as a teen without a care in the world.

Mom could then continue her chores, unhampered by the reminder that other people had free time on their hands. Busy hands are happy hands, would have been her motto. She was happy in her doing. As I grew older, I learned to be happy in my doing, too.

But the best of our doing can catch us up in the whirlpool of planning, preparation and performance. It can demand such attention that we set much aside for later, but later doesn’t come for many items on the list. They scroll down, or in my case, they get copied to next week’s list, then the next and the next, until they fall off the radar, as I finally admit they won’t get done.

Oh, perhaps those ‘secondary’ things will wait for a while until we finish up a big project or tie up loose ends. But what if we don’t finish? What if we keep on waiting for a sign we should stop or a firm endpoint that never comes? What if we’re the type to plow on through?

No matter, we might say. We are doing important things that need doing. That’s enough.

But all things, even very important things, have a stopping point. It may not be a staying point, but it is always there for us to stop and look around. Where are we? Who are we? What are we doing here?

When we look around, are we satisfied with our surroundings? Have we been attending to what we should? Or, while we have been “making ourselves useful,” have we been neglecting things that would have been beneficial to another? Have we been missing opportunities to be more than useful?

And that’s the fallacy of being of use. People never tire of asking a busy person to do a little bit more. And busy people are prone to agree to it, because what’s one more thing? Except that thing takes the place of something we never saw, perhaps never even considered. It squeezed out the writing of that note that might have been such a blessing to my neighbor had I gotten to it in a timely fashion. Or it rushed me from saying that one phrase my child had been waiting to hear, or seeing that one glorious sunrise that was meant to inject joy into my day.

Yes, the lesson of stopping, even if you haven’t planned on staying, is the space it creates. It may last only a moment, or it may drag on all night, all week, all month, all year. What if we took that moment in our hands and really cuddled it close like our favorite pillow or a beloved stuffed teddy bear and offered it honestly…


“Lord, I thought this was what I was meant to do.
I just wanted to be useful.
But instead of useful, I feel frustrated and exhausted.
What do I have that anyone wants?
I know you want me. You love me.
I want to be of use to You.”

What if we allowed that moment to make space for Him to do more?

To make room for what He has planned for us?

What might we discover in that room?

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