It rained for 4 straight days. Then, the sun showed it’s face, and hung around to warm our backs. We spent the last 2 weeks pitching our tent in hotels and family homes. Most moments were entirely ordinary. We moved slowly, talking long and doing little. Intentionally.
I remember that I don’t move slow enough.
I don’t sit intentionally, except on Sundays.
I didn’t write a word the entire 2 weeks I was gone.
Now, as I fumble the keys, I find my fingers stiff and my tongue thick with words wedged in sideways. I’m listening to God–He’s telling me a story.
It’s not easy listening to Him. Not easy in the way that I think it ought to be, if I were a “good” Christian. Should it be easy?
I’m asking Him for a spark.
This space will be relatively quiet, I imagine. (It seems I’m not always a good listener, when I’m busy talking myself).
I hear Him–He’s always louder in the dark.
I feel the flickering flame.
I feel His warmth.
I’m leaning in–
Counting beyond 1000 Gifts:
kids playing in the pool
sunshine after long days of rain
friends and unexpected encouragement
groceries in the fridge
difficult seasons of growth