You must rest a while and you must wait
Until life's empty reservoirs fill up
As slow rain fills an empty upturned cup.
Hold up your cup, dear child, for God to fill,
He only asks today that you be still.
It's raining. And it's serene and cool and everything is damp to the touch: my skin, clothes, my pillow and my sheets, all my stuff is all wet. And the rain is totally filling me up today and even though I am sleep deprived and aught to be napping even now, I am resting in Him in this moment. Damn, I love this moment.
I think I am in love with people. He's helping me to see the beauty in so many of those my flesh often wants to call "ugly" creatures. And it brings me great joy to love them, and truly love them. And it grows me. I just talked to someone for almost two hours that I hardly know but I love the pieces of him that he shared with me. I feel a bit euphoric and out of my mind, so this is crazy talk.
how 'bout this: let's be changed. constantly.
Jessica and Justin
- jessica
- Van, TX, United States
- I am a farmer and a doula. My husband and I are recently planted into the soil of East Texas. Together we seek, we learn, we dance, we sing, and we grow vegetables, and I attend births. This blog is the ongoing story of our farming and birthing journey.
Showing posts with label peace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label peace. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Thursday, June 21, 2007
sometimes, in the off time...
I think about how much life this place brings me.
I think about how there could be no better place for me, for today.
And I am thankful.
Sometimes I look at these people or I see the flowers and the sky or I take a bite of something right from the earth and I know that this is goodness. I work and I sweat more than ever, and it is joy. I wake up sticky and I go to work in the blistering sun until I drip with exhaustion, and then I fill myself to the brim with good food in the midst of community and go to sleep on the concrete floor of a tiny room that provides solitude and peace, and it is all joy.
A sense of peacefulness fills this place and out of that abundance I cannot help but be affected by it. The peace more than fills me and even spills out and I know it's not my imagination. Others have seen it in me too.
I can't imagine any reason behind why this grace has been bestowed on me now. His presence is not difficult to imagine here. I suppose this time is the preparation and equipping for another season. But thanks be to God.
Shalom
I think about how there could be no better place for me, for today.
And I am thankful.
Sometimes I look at these people or I see the flowers and the sky or I take a bite of something right from the earth and I know that this is goodness. I work and I sweat more than ever, and it is joy. I wake up sticky and I go to work in the blistering sun until I drip with exhaustion, and then I fill myself to the brim with good food in the midst of community and go to sleep on the concrete floor of a tiny room that provides solitude and peace, and it is all joy.
A sense of peacefulness fills this place and out of that abundance I cannot help but be affected by it. The peace more than fills me and even spills out and I know it's not my imagination. Others have seen it in me too.
I can't imagine any reason behind why this grace has been bestowed on me now. His presence is not difficult to imagine here. I suppose this time is the preparation and equipping for another season. But thanks be to God.
Shalom
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