In the silence while fishing in a dense bed of cattails I sat among my thoughts. I could hear the faint wind rustling the reeds and gentle waters lapping against the shore. A brief moment of quiet interrupted by a couple of mud hens quirky chirps as they pecked at the vegetation for food. It was here that I anticipated something bigger. And as I waited in my own silence of heart I began to hear God speak to me about fluff. You know that stuff that can consume much of your life without you even seeming to notice. It can be idle conversation that robs us of being authentic. Surface talk. It can be busyness that robs us of noticing the people right next to us. I am guilty of that. Of being too pre-occupied in tasks. It can be a general negative thought pattern that invokes worry and doubt. This can be fed by over imagining circumstances often forced on us by the media we ingest. Fluff in essence shortens our life span by choking out our full potential and the abundant life we are meant to live.

And so I sat here taking inventory of my fluff. Handing it over. Disecting it’s contents. I don’t want to live in this arena. My life is too short to be consumned with fluff. This is good stuff. Quiet of the soul. Redirection. I believe the counterfiet as American’s are the summer vacations we think will restore us. We end up fatigued more than refreshed most times. I understand why God calls us to a weekly Sabbath day. It’s as if He is telling us, “locate your fluff and give it to me and you will find rest for your souls and a better way of doing this life.”

Have you any fluff my friend?

PM