a soft place to land
a calm weekend haven
a gentle pause from life's busyness
so we may experience
the tender lovingkindness of Jesus
as we do life together
It's not that our ministries aren't meant to be successful. It's not that we don't sometimes go and do hard things for God and for others. It's just that the enduring impact of a soul at rest in their creator is, I believe, the most compelling legacy to leave in a hurting world.'
Amanda Held Opelt
It's raining more days than not here on the Cape. Starting in March, we can expect at least two months of gray and wet with occasional glimpses of glorious blue skies and sunshine. We wonder if spring will ever arrive. And then as soon as she makes her grand appearance, it's summer.
All this stay-inside weather has given me more than enough time to go through Mom's papers, cards, photos. Re-organize my life - the kitchen, closets, file cabinet, dresser drawers, basement shelves. Rid the spare rooms and porch of piles, stacks, and miscellaneous items searching for a home. Share, donate, shred, toss. Write, nap, sit by the fire, study, text, plan, read, pray.
Maybe make supper.
But I am pushing myself to get outside at least a half hour a day when it's not too wet/dreary/windy/cold/snowy. Meet up with a friend, go for a walk, turn the compost, sow the wildflower seeds. Even for us born-and-bred homebodies, introverts, and solitude-seekers, enough is enough.