30 May 2015

In the back yard

Yesterday was the last day of school for three of the kiddos. (Walter was done last week.) You may have heard that we've had a lot of rain in Texas over the past month. Flooding in our area has been minimal, nothing like the damage done further north and east of us.  In many ways the rain is most welcome because Texas has been in a long drought; that may be coming to an end (we hope).  
Yesterday was a welcome sunny day, not too hot, clear skies.  I took the opportunity to sit in the back yard and enjoy the not-hotness for a while, as I know I won't have many not-hot days from now until probably November.
I'm glad it's summer, but it doesn't feel as free or as gleeful as usual.  This year I've got a job which doesn't really take summers off.  I certainly have some flexibility and can also do work from home, if needed.  But I AM very glad to be free to get up early and not have to all rush off to school.  It's a good change in pace and I'm sure I'll learn the new rhythms of summer time and work time.
I think being a teacher all those years spoiled me to getting off work when the children did.  What a blessing!
What does summer mean for you?  Does your schedule change or stay the same?  What things do you look forward to in this season?

I liked the red of the flowers down below and the red of the umbrella up above.

Can you see the amount of water in the bowl?  That is how much fell night before last during a VERY loud thunder storm.   
There is our little buddy, Fenway.  He's just about four months old.  

26 May 2015

Come to Me

Sneaking in here, hoping to blog a bit more.

I've been suffering with anxiety and worry of late. This song, though meant for children, makes me cry every time I hear it, and soothes my soul. The last line describes something I want very much to do: "Learn to rest even while you are awake."

The lyrics describe me too well:

Are you tired?
Are you worried?
Worn out from the day?
Have you been in a hurry?
I will slow the pace.

In her book The Secret Thoughts of an Unlikely Convert, Rosaria Butterfield describes a time when she and her husband were planting a church. She was responsible for feeding 50 people, almost single-handedly, each Sunday. Reading about her experience as a church planting wife gave me an appreciation that our work in church planting is different. I can't say it's easier, as different things seem hard or easy depending on the person. But one thing she said intrigued me and still does. She said that in that deeply trying time of busy-ness and unrelenting work, she and her husband found rest in God's Word. What does that mean? It obviously wasn't a physical rest or a break in the work. I have been mulling that idea for months, and trying to remember that I can find rest from the unrelenting nature of church-planting by drinking in great draughts of God's life-giving Word.  

I pray I can hide myself in Him and find deep rest, even while I am awake and my body keeps moving. There is so much to think about on this topic. I'd love to know your thoughts or insights.