As soon as I picked up my last child from his last day of school, my mind went in to summer mode. My spirit was in dire need of rest. My mind and body followed suit.
I was worn down from a really difficult six months or so. I still am a little.
And it was like something went off inside me. A reminder? A warning? A longing?
Something that told me to slow down. To rest. To take it all in. To stop wasting time. To give back. To build relationships. To love people. To be present. To do more than exist. To feed my spirit. To be fully alive in each moment.
To celebrate the simple things--the things I want so much more of.
Because as much as we think "I want to slow down"...the truth is, if we don't purpose to do it, life will keep whirling right on by.
The snapshots of my memory will disappear too quickly.
And so I rest. I choose to be still. I choose to stop doing all the time. To let myself be.
To explore. To read. To learn. To grow.
To decide what's really important and give those things (and people) my attention. To fear less, to worry less, to love more...
Last night I had the opportunity to revisit a place that sings with peace. And I was reminded all over again that this summer and these moments are precious.
I saw life and grace in action, and it made me want nothing more than whatever God has for us in this next season.
I'm in pursuit of peace...and I have a feeling if I just open my hands and stretch them upward, I'll find it.
I'm giving myself permission to breathe...