This is hard. Why is this so hard?
(I take another sip of tea, English Breakfast, at that.)
It’s just a patio, and an old, rusty lawn chair, and a geranium pot. I can DO this. I can sit here for 10 minutes, and relax. For you, and yes, even for me. For us.
This is hard for me because I am perpetual motion, shooting off in all directions (circles/stars/confetti), while you are quiet stillness, taking time to sip your coffee, taking time to breathe. (How lovely.)
(1, 2, 3, 4…)
(5, 6, 7, 8….)
And I find myself almost liking it. (Slow, easy sigh.)
See? I can do this. (Another sip.) I can learn, thanks to you. And I’m equipped, thanks to the Giver of all good things.
5 Find rest, O my soul, in God alone;
my hope comes from him.
6 He alone is my rock and my salvation;
he is my fortress, I will not be shaken.
Psalm 62: 5-6 , NIV