Today, I’m suddenly aware of a need to pay attention to the space between things.

My life lately is full of words: busy, worky words; the words of hard conversations about parenting; well-intentioned, kind words of encouragement and instruction; the words of news stories, emails and WhatsApp messages; social words, in person and online, with new and old friends…

I am a words person. Much of my life revolves around my love of words. A clever turn of phrase in a book, a great lyric or a poignant line of a poem can give me pure joy.

But today, I need the spaces between the words. I need the breaths. I need the quiet. I need the physical and the sensory, instead of the ideological. I need the Presence of God, not a debate about God. I need the breeze and the rain on my skin. I need to be and not think; to receive without protestation; to give without reasoning or analysis.

I need to rest in the space between words this weekend. These spaces are not empty, but full of real life. There is always this beautiful, peace-giving Presence. We just forget to walk into it and take a seat sometimes, because all around us the words blink, whizz and click-clack along.

Yes, this weekend I will rest in the Presence of God, unapologetically and unanalytically, like a child.

Wishing you a peace-filled, deep breath of a weekend.

P.S. I am aware or the irony of using words to express this sentiment!