Typically, Saturday is our family’s sabbath, the time when everything stops and we remember from Whom all things come. Sunday is usually given to corporate worship, seeing friends then preparing for the week. But tomorrow is Labor Day, so I don’t have to run through my “what’s happening this week” routine of creating To Do lists. Today I have a rare chance to read, think, and write. A chance to breathe. And listen.
If you’ve ever had the privilege of sitting on a mountainside far from the man made sounds of the world, you probably noticed the rush of wind through the trees. I always imagined it was the sound of God breathing or sighing. It’s hard to describe the feeling without sounding too tree-huggerish (which I am a bit, admittedly), but if you’ve experienced it you get what I’m saying. I’ve only heard it a handful of times in Tennessee. God is heard best in the wild, I believe, where He has your full attention. So I think those couple times were little gifts to me. Creation speaks constant reminders, trust me.
My encouragement to you today is to take the time to be aware, really aware, of God and the pleasure he takes in you. Take a breath. Relax. Let tomorrow worry about itself. And the next day, too. He remembers we are dust…and loves us still.
Here is a video that I’ve watched a couple times this past week. It’s one of Rob Bell’s Nooma episodes and worth watching no matter your opinion of Bell.