For the past seven weeks, I have been going just beyond my ability to keep up. Everything has been on the table – emotionally, mentally, and physically. As I reflect with the benefit of a short break, I find myself looking back and forward. I see a wonderful mix of strong intent and purpose. It also feels as if I am on a gravel road with expectant crops all around me. I know the payoff is coming, and yet in the moment, the road stretches towards the horizon with no end in sight.
The sweetness of being helped, especially when one is tired, is soul-restoring. Conversations with peers, the support of friends looking out for my best interests, and the unconditional love of those closest to my heart, do what I cannot. It is a fresh experience of a writer’s old words; “Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God’s Spirit is right alongside helping us along. If we don’t know how or what to pray, it doesn’t matter. He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans.” (Romans 8.26)
It is good to slow down and take time in each moment. As I breathe deep and let the smells of beauty and wonder infuse my heart, I feel life’s restoring touch. As I appreciate what is happening in the present, I rediscover the opportunity to be in a relationship with nature, my community, and life. In experiencing the natural sounds of life, I rediscover the joy that is being shared with those willing to hear.
In my tiredness, I have rediscovered the seasons of my heart and soul. It is time for renewal, recovery, and looking forward. In giving my permission to Divinity for a fresh creation, I find myself filled with energy and purpose. I write knowing I am accepted, supported, and belong with the community. I am back in Provence with friends on a gravel road. In our love of life, we found ourselves sharing a love for giving, serving, and living.
