God has told his people, “Here is a place of rest; let the weary rest here. This is a place of quiet rest.”
Remember the Sabbath…
Fog wraps the morning in magic. Shimmering like a woman’s gown, sheer as finest silk, it hides the world beyond the trees.
And I sit wrapped in warmth, watching the Artist create. Soaking in His beauty, soul filling with wonder.
What was it I was worried about?
All those frettings seem silly now. Petty, unimportant.
So what if I don’t get it done? Isn’t this more important? This watching, waiting, listening?
And so again this morning He speaks to me.
Hush, Di, I’m working. This is My world, not yours.
Just watch a while.
Listen in the silence.
And so I choose rest today instead of striving, peace instead of churning, less instead of more.
I choose to notice God today. All day.
To stop all my fussing and just make space for Him in this cluttered soul of mine.To push aside the messiness of my needing to do more and allow my body and my mind and my imagination to simply stroll today.
I’ll walk through His woods, crunch leaves underfoot, breathe deeply, notice the faintest fragrance He leaves behind.
From a heart needing rest,
repost: december 2013