I’m finishing up getting my work ready for our Backpack Journalism class when it begins tomorrow. And I’m working on my list of lists for this week: Things to pack, things to bring, people to call, work to do.
And as I try to manage all of this, I keep smiling. Smiling because even though there is work and there are many miles and many loose ends to chase down, I am so grateful and happy to start on another Backpack Journalism trip. We have a terrific group of students. We have an important story. We have experiences ahead that I know will deeply touch all of us. So bring on the road trip, the heat, the long days, the laughter and the conversations, the joy and the sorrow.
Teach me to listen, O God, to those nearest me, my family, my friends, my co-workers. Help me to be aware that no matter what words I hear, the message is: “Accept the person I am. Listen to me.”
Teach me to listen, my caring God, to those far from me — the whisper of the hopeless, the plea of the forgotten, the cry of the anguished.
Teach me to listen, O God my Mother, to myself. Help me to be less afraid to trust the voice inside in the deepest part of me.
Teach me to listen, Holy Spirit, for your voice — in busyness and in boredom, in certainty and in doubt, in noise and in silence.
Teach me, Lord, to listen. Amen.