Today I woke up next to the woman I love, my best friend. I kissed my children, who are even more angelic when they are sleeping. I made a breakfast from good healthy food. I took a beautiful sunrise drive across the lake to a job that I love with people I like for a mission that I believe in. My prayers of thanksgiving seemed almost redundant.
I have a late night adoration hour. I use this time to just sit, blessed and idle, at the feet of our Lord. I do not read, nor do I bring with me any way to tell time. I just sit until the next person comes, which tells me my hour is over.
But sometimes my replacement doesn’t come. And I sit for two hours.
I usually become aware of this about 20 minutes into the second hour, when my “butt alarm” goes off. I don’t know exactly, but at the 1 hour, 20 minute mark I reach the point where I just cannot sit comfortably in any position for more than 2 minutes.
I would like to get up and do a walking meditation, but I share my adoration hour with someone else so I do not want to be a distraction. I realize that, while most of me is all “blessed and idle,” my butt is working hard. I totally understand why it complains.