Have you ever stopped yourself in the middle of a sentence, cutting off a rant that had been going on for minutes, and think to yourself, Wow, I’m being a jerk?
Well, I kind of hope it’s not just me.
It was one of those crying-in-my-cubicle days, one of those days when I realized something about myself, and ultimately I’m glad, but the realization hurt. I realized that too often, without even realizing it, I use words to tear others down rather than build them up. It’s generally not malice, it’s just carelessness, but it still hurts people.
Luckily, I know the antidote to carelessness. The opposite of carelessness is mindfulness.
So prayer today was especially meaningful. In mindful silence, I could lay down the burden of the words I’d wielded earlier. I could practice refraining from speaking as a gesture of peace. I could center my mind on divine forgiveness. I could cling to hope for change.
Today was a reminder of why silence is precious.
Today’s 15 minutes of prayer: Knelt on the bath mat again. The orange, fuzzy bath mat. The weird setting helped me take myself less seriously… and take the prayer more seriously.