Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths,
ask where the good way is, and walk in it,
and you will find rest for your souls.
~ Jeremiah 6:16
I am sitting in what feels like a painting. We’re at the beach, and it is lightly raining. I’ve perched myself on the balcony of our rental, and as I write it’s hard to imagine this is real. Quite comfortable on the large, swinging bench, my dog leans against me – head up, ears cocked, eyes alert – she is protecting the alpha female…me. On the swing, I’ve got with me my Bible, my camera bag, a devotional, this blog and black raspberry sparkling ice. The only thing missing from the big rocks in my jar is my family who are delightfully playing in the ocean – despite the rain.
Not a sound. Just rain falling softly on tin roofs and palm fronds sleepily swaying in the wind. A beach vacation certainly assumes time in the sun, but as much as we anticipate that, we need rest. I’ve learned that in life, sometimes the rain has to fall to make us stop and rest.
We’ve vacationed so hard sometimes that we were exhausted when we returned home. That was more of a trip than vacation. This time is intended as a respite. A reconnect. A refreshing as we gear up for a busy school year. Let the rain fall if it means I don’t feel the pressure to plan activities or bring out the exasperating person in me who feels the endless need to be everything to everyone.
The breeze is beautiful. The scenery divine. It’s all good.
Reminding myself it’s all good is why I am writing today. I have said goodbye to one season of life and am anticipating a new one. It brings a lot of change with it, and although no life is perfect, this new season has perfect timing.
I take yet another lesson from my dog. She drove with us many hours and miles, never having a clue where we were going. She was patient in the car though she didn’t understand the GPS or our may stops. Once here, she just wanted to know where her food, water and bed were. After that, she is content just to be with us no matter what we do.
We are each on a journey of our own. Only God knows where we are going – and He controls the GPS. Are we patient traveling along the long roads, in traffic, in rain, at night, when we’re tired, when we take an unexpected trip to urgent care en route, when we are bored and are really done with this part of the journey?
When God leads us to our appointed destination, are we content with the basics of trusting Him to provide for our needs – or do we automatically begin foraging for ourselves? Do we have and exercise faith that He knows what we need and will help us?
Once we are convinced He has our best at heart, are we content to simply be with Him throughout the days, following Him without complaint regardless of where, when or for how long He walks the sandy shore?
Is His presence enough to satisfy us without asking, “Yeah, I know God, but what else are we going to do?”
Lots to think about as I look down at my dog who involuntarily sways back and forth to the rhythm of the swing. She’s just happy to be with me. I want that blissfulness with God rain or shine, beach or home, good days or bad, rough waters or smooth sailing. That is the desire of my heart.