This week has been simple. No profound thoughts for the blog, it turns out, but I have been practicing my resting and watching. (Click here for last week’s blog installment on the topic.) It’s fun to imagine luxuriating on a couch (resting) while gazing through a window (watching), but it’s not like I can take off work for that kind of be-still-and-know behavior.
I’m trusting and noticing more, though, and that’s the essence of life. When it’s so harsh it doesn’t make sense, I trust God’s got it. When it’s so kind it doesn’t make sense, I trust God’s got it. And I take note of it all.
While I’m resting and watching and trusting and noticing, I peer through my real window at an actual scene: that snowman in the backyard—once a handsome, tall drink of (frozen) water—has face-planted, poor guy. But that’s neither here nor there—just like him now.
What’s in your resting and watching?
Uh-oh…
Rest in peace, big guy.
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