Sometimes I forget. Maybe you do, too. Then it’s time to soak in the depth of a quiet waters’ morning. This week has been a ‘quiet waters’ week; a time to be restored and healed from too many disasters worldwide, a time to be softened from the dryness, the sun parched pain patches of broken relationships. Is this even remotely possible?
“The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not be in want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul. Psalm 23: 1-3a
Days of late remind me that my treasures are temporarily misplaced, and I must discover them anew. The words of Evelyn Underhill from The House of the Soul and Concerning the Inner Life jolted me yesterday morning back to the real issue:
“Consider that wonderful world of life in which you are placed, and observe that its great rhythms of birth, growth and death—all the things that really matter—are not in your control. That unhurried process will go forward in its stately beauty, little affected by your anxious fuss. Find out, then, where your treasure really is. . . Maintain your soul in tranquil dependence on God; don’t worry; . . .”
I realize Worry has been a thief lately; she is my companion. Peace is not. When schedules are tight, days are exhausting, when news adds more tears to your already full jar, when there is more stress in the day than sunshine—then . . .
. . . it’s time for a quiet waters’ day. A day to ponder, listen and adore the One who knows us best and loves us most. But it is difficult to release the burdens that hold me captive. The buckles that strap them tightly around my mind and heart are not easily loosened; they are rusty from too many tears.
But I must. I take long moments to breathe in His quiet love, to sense His presence. I long to stay in these green pastures and be lulled to peace by the stillness of love whispers. He is MY shepherd. . .
A text this week advised: “Don’t worry so much, Barb. Everything always ends up exactly the way it does–worrying or not.” That is surely profound! My last words to Tom last night before sleep, “I’ve got to discover what is important again. I’ve lost it somewhere.”
Maybe we all need to be conscious of the important–the real important stuff of life— helping those we can, comforting the hurting when possible, giving only slight attention and action to the moments’ personal urgent pain.
Trusting in the Treasure. . . in the tough places. . .
Barb – as always – appropriate for the day, for the times of life. Always a joy to read a “ piece or is it peace”” of Barb.
Hope and pray you and Tom are well.
Thankful this post came in my mail today! Seems each time they appear it’s a message I need. Thank you and remember some things are out of your control for a reason.
Barb, so good to hear from you and read your on time message. As if you can hear my heart aloud, you wrote in respond to ” I take long moments to breathe in His quiet love, to sense His presence.” that is what I am doing these days. Because, only in His presence I find fullness of joy and strength to do ..”the real important stuff of life..” Love otheres .
I pray you and P. Tom enjoy the time with family and friends – very important stuff of life ..
Missing you in Vienna,
Thanks Barb. I am so glad God has put you in my life to remind me he is truly wonderful. Lori
Sorry it has taken me so long to get this read. We’ve also had some rough days. Sam has had a blood clot in his right leg. He is on medication “Eliquis” that is suppose to be helping it to dissolve. We go back to the doctor, 10/30, and they will do another scan to check on the progress from the medication. Keeping him in a lounge chair and leg elevated has been a very difficult task. As I read this post this morning, it was just what I needed. Love you and love reading your post. Hope you and Tom are well and look forward to seeing you soon.