Coyotes gather amidst the trees, singing their community song, yelping as a chorus, joined by some other dogs, domesticated, howling in primal comaderie. Then the eerie noise quiets, a single dog barks in nervous exultation.
It is dark, and soon time for bed, for me at least. Much life remains active in this forest.
I consider this day, and consider it went well. Very varied, full of progress, full of encouragement. Nothing of note, only a heart filled with a renewed zeal, a mind directed towards heaven in a sharper way, a soul ennobled by rising thoughts, and stories of courage.
I’ve said it before, in the spiritual life there is only obedience. Not to some list of do’s and don’ts, nor to some general guidelines of spiritual behavior. There is only the fluid response to the call of the Spirit in each day, for a particular purpose which we may never know. It is this which defines the servant, which distinguishes the Davids from the Sauls.
I look at my day and know it is not one which would make wonderful spiritual reading, and yet, it is right, as right as someone who goes to the most distant land for the sake of preaching. Right, not because it carries the honor of proving myself to God and man, but rather carries the humble honor of giving even my spiritual zeal before God, and letting him lead me, whether at home or abroad.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring. Today, I end the day with the tension loose, resting in the groove, walking right with the one who calls and leads. There is nothing more. That is Christ, that is life in Christ.