There are tiny corners of my life that are serene.
Not many, but there are a few.
Moving is a big deal, maybe I knew this before I don’t remember. Of course I don’t remember anything right now.
My mind is less orderly than my house.
How, I wonder, can that BE?
At some point in the past two weeks of (first) vacation, (then) packing and moving, I got glutened.
So perhaps it’s the physiological reaction to gluten that’s pulling me under. Or maybe it’s the basement with 27 boxes waiting to be unpacked or the upstairs with 3 bedrooms full of unpacked boxes. Whatever it is, I’m finding myself in a fog, wandering from room to room forgetting what I’m doing.
But in the confusion, I’m trying very hard to hear the God whispers and He seems to be urging me not to put my serenity on hold until my ‘world’ is under control, but to rest in the serenity I do have.
Even if it’s just a little.
So in the chaos, I’m sneaking in serenity-breaks. Pausing in one of the three places that are actually in control on Stone House Lane.
And take a moment to pray or journal or to read a Psalm.
Everything will get done. The gluten will leave my system. The boxes will get unpacked. The house will transform into home.
And I will have learned a little more about God’s grace.
~He is faithful~
~Sending you love my friends, love and a prayer for sweet serenity to saturate your day~