Dear Soul.
Gosh it’s weird addressing you like a separate thing.
Like a thing with it’s own life.
Like a thing I recognise is a part of me but not the whole of me which has a ‘mind’ of its own, which I guess you are… just like my body seems to do it’s own thing without agreement from the rest of me so much of the time.
I didn’t give permission for that knee to slip sideways last night.
Oh.
That’s right I played elastics at age 40 without considering consequences.
Maybe I did ‘give permission’ by default.
Oops.
But Soul.
Soul.
My Soul.
Dear Soul.
Why so disturbed within me?
Why so distracted?
Why downcast?
Why are you looking at your feet in the dust?
The dust is a thing.
It’s gritty in my toes.
It’s on the hem of my dress.
But why do I kick up the cloud just to watch it settle more dirtily?
Why so disturbed?
What is your point?
Is there something in the dust cloud I’m meant to see?
I’m looking. Looking.
I hurt my toe Lord.
I kicked it on a stump while I was kicking around in the dust. I didn’t see it but now I hurt worse.
The blood runs into the dust.
My nail will take a year to regrow.
Oh Body
Body
Why so in pain?
Did I forget you again?
Such short vision.
Such short memory.
Oh Soul.
That’s right…
There’s a water basin over there.
I could’ve washed my feet and hopped out of the dry dust and before I spilled blood instead of being mesmerised by the dust and grit and the downward pull you tunneled into.
But I will yet wash.
I will yet tend the wound.
I will heal.
Praise the Lord for bodies that heal!
For blood that clots!
And water that makes clean!!
Praise the Lord for simple provisions!
Profound provisions!!
And a Soul that slowly is learning more quickly to remember what’s been given to me!
Oh my Soul – you’re silly sometimes.
Oh my Soul – thankyou for the reminders.
Oh my Soul – thankyou that you can learn!
Oh my Soul,
What was it all about in the first place before I got distracted in the dust?
Oh.
That’s right.
You knew something was out of kilter and it made you out of kilter which put all of me out of kilter until I saw I needed to put the kilter back where it belonged.
Oh Jesus.
Thankyou for rekiltering me.
Thankyou for putting the water basin there.
Thankyou that the kilter with the other person also got kiltered better and
The disturb stopped.
The dust fell.
And we got clean.
Feet and soul and hurting hearts.
SUNDAY
Friend: “Hi Heather how are you?”
Heather: “Great!”
Heather to soul “Was that true? Thursday was a misery!”
Soul to Heather.
“Yes. I did my job and you did yours. We’re a team. Body – Soul – Spirit – Jesus”
Dear Soul.
Let’s get undisturbed a bit quicker next time.
Can do.
Selah.