The Murmur of the Water

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“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under the trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.” – J. Lubbock

Resting is hard when you’re an adult.  Working at your job, cleaning, cooking, child-rearing….you get the idea.  But oh, the blessedness of rest when it comes.  You see the clouds and the sky, as if for the first time in weeks.  You take deep breaths, loving the way the air feels in your lungs.  You feel your feet sinking down into the sand, or the green green grass.  You sense that God is right there with you, saying, “Peace, my sweet child; just rest now.”  And you are thankful and recharged.  Take a few moments (or longer if you can manage) to just rest and enjoy breathing and living for a little while today.  Blessings, Lisa

“This is what the Lord says: ‘Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls.’ ”  – Jeremiah 6:16

Happy Slacker

North Point, Barbados

North Point, Barbados

Yes, I’ve been a slacker, and no, I’m not sad about it. My husband and I just had a wonderful 25th anniversary trip to the Southern Caribbean, where we recharged, refreshed, and relaxed. Hope everyone is doing well and enjoying their summer. I will now do my best to become a good little blogger again. 🙂 Blessings, Lisa

Bathsheba, Barbados

Bathsheba, Barbados

 

Know It By Heart

When I was little and I would memorize a new song for my piano recital or learn the Gettysburg Address for 4th grade, I would say “I know it by heart.”  Now, knowing something “by heart” means something entirely different….it’s being able to recall something, deep inside, remembering the smells and sounds and touch of something as if it was yesterday.  It’s remembering by heart the feeling of riding my bike, without a helmet, fast down Mt. Run Lane road, the wind ripping through my hair. bike2 It’s feeling by heart the soft stuffed elephant that my then-boyfriend and now-husband gave me at the lockers, his first gift to me.   It’s hearing by heart the sound of my  baby’s first cry as he made his way into the world.  It’s smelling by heart the warm, breezy, salty air as I stepped out of the car at the ocean. bike3

It’s sensing by heart the excitement of Christmas morning as my sister and I ran downstairs, my parents’ happy faces beaming.

So many things I have learned “by heart.”  And I am thankful for each precious one.  Have a blessed weekend.  Slainte, Lisa