birch tree photo by kirsten
I’m grateful to have a weekend at home. My recent weekends away have been terrific, but as the cliché goes, there’s no place like home.
After going through my routine Saturday motions of gym, coffee, and cleaning I realized I had a decent-sized headache coming on. The LORD is teaching me much about the importance of stillness and rest these days, so taking the hint, I lay on the couch underneath the cozy ivory blanket my friend Elyse gave me, heating pad on the pillow.
I still have a hard time with stillness. Nothing is accomplished; me lying on the couch does not get the dishes put away or the toilet cleaned.
Unable to close my eyes, I look out the window. The sun is out and wispy clouds are stretched across the span of a superbly blue sky. The only other object in view is the top of a rather large birch tree, proud and prominent in my backyard. A light breeze moves through its branches and the tree appears to shimmer and sparkle as the pale undersides of the leaves reflect sunlight.
I admit I become mesmerized. I watch moment upon moment as the breeze slows and picks up again, exciting the leaves into motion. The word "beautiful" is shamefully overused, but that’s what this is in a word: simply beautiful.
The dishes still need to be put away and the toilet still needs to be cleaned. However, I can’t help but think that something very important happened while I lay on the couch today, doing nothing but watching the breeze incite the leaves on the birch tree to motion. I’m not even sure precisely what that something important was, except if it was to be still and know that God is still God, and to call to mind that His grace and goodness are great, stretching into even the smallest corners of our universe.