I didn’t want these moments to end but I knew the stillness would at one point become broken. I grabbed my iPhone in an attempt to capture the beauty through a lens but of course any digital version pails in comparison to experiencing it with physically with all of your senses. A photo lacks the true depth of the lake, the changing colors as the sun begins to glisten across the water, the feel of the gentle breeze and the smell of the water. I want to capture this magnificence into a bottle and continue to live in this moment but I know that I cannot.Read More
During this season Jesus was speaking to me, asking me to reframe how I see my life. I see life as a full plate. Busy, loaded. If something new comes, I just shuffle things around so everything can fit. I bet you do too. I see rest taking up a very small space on that plate. Like an olive. Or a pickle. It’s a garnish, not a main component of my day. And when I indulge in it, I tend to feel a little extravagant, wasteful even guilty.
My full plate got tipped over. During my recuperation life was not a full plate with moments of rest. Life was full rest with moments of activity. It flipped. I lived the inverse of my previous existence. Of course it was situational, temporary. We can’t live on the couch and we aren’t called to. But it taught me something. I am not the sum of my activities. I simply am. To Jesus that is enough. It’s enough. This is the starting point. Add to your life carefully from here.Read More