I enjoy reading memoirs. Books written by regular people who share their lives. I generally take something away from every book I read. So when I read the book Eat, Pray, Love I was hopeful that I would learn something about myself and my own journey. Instead I was left frustrated. I thought, well of course this author found some peace. If I had the time and money to travel the world by myself I imagine I would find what I was looking for as well.
But I have a husband, kids and a house that need tending to…how could I possibly travel to Italy, India and Indonesia? I found it difficult to set aside one day, never mind one year to focus on my spiritual journey. So I gave up on the idea that I could ever find a sense of inner peace.
Fortunately for me, God did not give up. He continued to work on me, eventually bringing me to a place where I knew the right thing to do was to give up drinking for awhile. And from there I went even further by choosing to give up for Lent anything that I was using to replace God. And now, I am in a different place.
So I was wrong. I didn’t have to go anywhere, or change my lifestyle. I didn’t have to leave my family and my responsibilities behind. I didn’t even have to set aside time for meditation. At least not in any formal sense.
What I did do, however, was turn off my radio while I was in the car. And God spoke to me there. And I turned off my TV while I folded laundry, and God spoke to me there. And I turned off my iPod while I washed dishes and God spoke to me there.
And I learned something…
God is not just in ashrams or churches. He’s not halfway around the world from here. He’s anywhere I choose to look for Him.