Day 9: Attention as Devotion

“Speak, Lord, for your servant is listening.” 

— words that assume I know how.

Silence has a way of revealing what noise conceals. Today it showed me how fragmented my attention has become. Even in stillness, my mind hops—half a thought here, a memory there, a concern already rehearsing what comes next.

And yet, I keep my daily devotion. I show up, even when prayer arrives without words. Especially then. There are mornings when all I offer is presence—uneven, distracted, incomplete. I stay anyway.

I used to think devotion required focus I could muster on command. Now I see it may be the other way around. Attention is not the prerequisite; it is the offering itself. What little I have, gathered gently, given without polish.

Some prayers today never formed sentences. They lingered as breath, as posture, as a willingness not to leave when nothing coherent came. Strangely, that felt honest.

Perhaps God is not waiting for eloquence or sustained concentration. Perhaps this scattered attention, slowly learning to rest, is already a form of faith.