A place of quiet and rest

Sometimes life gets to be too much, and we just have to get back to center.

We have to rest.

We need quiet.

This hasn't been the easiest season on Clove Island. And by season I don't mean the weather-- it's been amazing. Cool nights, not too hot of days. But the season of friends and team has been rough. And I love my team dearly. If I didn't love my team dearly it might be easier.

So I was feeling a little ragged. A little burnt out. A little frayed at the edges with not a lot of emotional margins for my neighbors and friends here.

Life doesn't stop, but sometimes we have to. I was blessed to take some time to stop and recenter, taking a weekend away at the beach. I read the Word. I walked the beach. I talked with a friend. I gazed on the beauty of creation and listened to the voice of its Creator.

And you know what? When I went back to my house in the city after a couple of days, I was happy to see people again. I was pleased to greet the old ladies of my neighborhood and catch up on the news. I was interested in speaking of His grace again. And I was able to serve those around me from a much better place of the soul.

Sometimes all we need is a place of quiet and rest. And in that quiet and rest, He meets us.