I’m sitting outside and I’m not sweating.
High heat and humidity hung around these parts well into the changing of the season this year, but I’m hopeful today as I sense something easier coming.
The earth here feels like it’s in need of a reprieve from all the berating it took the last few months, so this morning feels like a kind of sweet rescue.
Perhaps today finds a few of us feeling the same? Waking up a bit limped and haggard from some hard season? Needing a type of healing lift?
Lord, take what needs left behind, and fill us where we’re empty. Yes. I find so many of us floundering. Lead us all to firm purpose in each season, and give us the gumption, energy, and knowledge we need to walk it all out well.
There’s a sweet pixie girl napping just on the other side of the window I’m typing by. She has been whacked with an autumn cold and I’m keeping close to make sure she doesn’t call for Nanny.
Extra snuggly as I laid her down to rest, sick showing in her baby eyes, I’m praying she has a healing sleep.
Another thing so many of us could use….rest that fills. Schedule it if you have to, protect it like a warrior woman, invite God into the halt. So often, that is where He not only delivers healing, but also creativity, direction, and even advancement.
My feet are being kissed by sunshine now, the end of this lawn chair no longer sitting in the shade. The sun is breaking up the blue above and making its way to full gleam.
There is a four year old who is waiting for Mama to do school with him, so eager at this age to receive and know.
A band of birds just whooshed right above our roof, wings sounding like rushing wind stirring up life.
Ring in a fresh wave of air for us all today, God. And let it spur us on to thriving.