He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High, will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
Psalms 91:1

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Hard to breathe

 I wrote this post last summer while at the beach.  I have since finished Ann Voskamp's book.  I remember I put it down several times needing to let it soak in and regain my lungs so I could plunge in again.  I encourage you to read it.    
 I have just read the first chapter of Ann Voskamp's  A Thousand Gifts.  It is moving.  It is raw.  And it is real.  Real life.  I find it hard to breathe right now.

   Life is hard.  It has pains and grief that most of us will question.  Allowing my mind to wander into the dark places of hurt and grief only brings back the questions of why.  It causes me to reach back and reflect on past tragedies and pains so deep that I rarely let myself think about.  But, as I have said before, this side of heaven we'll more than likely not have answers.  Life is just that way.  Most of us have times in our lives we wish we could erase.

   The rain is rolling in with the waves as I watch the clouds race to shore.  It is soothing on a quite afternoon, lazy, relaxing, and quiet.  I don't mind that I cannot be at the beach, sunning or watching toddlers play in the sand.  It is nice to have nothing to do but lay on the sofa and not even think about dinner.

   These days are rare, so I will soak them up like the rays of sun.  Recoup.  Revamp.  Restore.
 Have a wonderful weekend!