“You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.” (Psalm 16:11, NIV)
During a recent vacation, I decided to walk a labyrinth that was on the property of where I was staying. A labyrinth is a geometric-shaped walking path used for prayer and meditation - a practice Christians have been participating in throughout the centuries. The labyrinth is not a maze, but rather a winding path that leads to a central location, and then you walk that same path back out.
Walking the labyrinth sounded so refreshing. I’d been feeling a lot of discontentment, burn out, and restlessness and was eager to receive some much needed clarity. The weather was a perfect 72 degrees and I just knew this was going to be a momentous prayer time.
Then, as I arrived to the gate of the labyrinth ready to hear God in fresh and profound ways, the lawnmower started.
Around and around it went, circling the labyrinth, spouting shards of grass through the air, droning louder than a Muse concert. My precious time of quiet prayer and contemplation was no more.
And isn’t that just like life, though? Full of interruptions, unplanned detours, and unforeseen circumstances. We may enter the labyrinth of our lives sure of where the path may lead, only to find ourselves on an unexpected road.
I’m reminded that part of the journey is an acceptance of what is. The good. The bad. The confusing. The waiting. The lawnmower. It can all be made holy.
by Erica Smith
Nature noticer, contemplative wannabe, coffee drinker, wine taster, and novice painter.