Beauty in the Stillness
Our Sabbatical begins in a couple of days. We can now start counting the hours: almost down to fifty. Well, fifty hours to hitting the road for a multi-leg-drive east to Virginia. Then, the Sabbatical begins... after we unload the truck. After we unpack. After we get settled?
This will be one of the dangers I must keep away from - that I must guard my heart from: wanting everything to be perfect before I begin to rest.
I'm like that. Even while going to church-camp when I was young, I loved setting up my bunk. A little decor. Everything arranged. All organized. That was the first priority.
I'm afraid that if I am waiting for that in the farm house, it might be a while. It will be fun to unpack and arrange and sort through what is already there. But, I'm going to have to wait. I don't want to be consumed with it.
And, yes, I realize that the gift of a Sabbatical is just that - a circumstance that will make it easier to purse God. However, I know me. And I know that I will still be me on Sabbatical and will want to get the world organized before I can sit down before God.
Our prayer for this season is that we re-orient our lives. And even though the Sabbatical is just for a year, we want to learn from it a pattern - a way of life - that will last forever.