Right now I’m sitting on a cushy chair situated inside of a screened in patio. It’s on the fourth floor of a condo complex, and I’ve got a nice view of ocean. I’m watching small waves kiss the sand, and then retreat like a nervous lover.
All, right. Maybe that was a bit over the top and poetic for this article. But I was feelin’ the flow and when you’re feelin’ it you just gotta go for it. Besides, it’s not unrelated to the point of this post.
Peace and rest.
It’s our anniversary and we’re taking it easy on the beautiful Island of Sanibel. Kara and I have been riding bikes a lot, and at one point I started thinking about how easy it felt for me to disconnect from to-do lists, work, and busy obligations. Peace and rest seemed to flow so unobstructed, and it got me thinking about life back home. A lot of times it doesn’t feel as easy to rest there as it does here.
But it should be, I think. I believe the ability to rest comes from us knowing just how deeply loved, worthy, valued, and significant we are. All of that comes from God and the same God who’s here at Sanibel is living in my home. And everywhere in between.
I also think a huge part of it is just being aware of God, and his love in every single moment. Knowing how loved we are might not do us much good if we never remember it. And as I watch a gentle breeze stir a few branches of the palm tree to my right, I’m aware that it’s easier to be aware here. Are you aware that I’m using aware a lot? Aware.
And I think that makes sense. There should be far less distractions on vacation. Ah, distractions, aka, the reality of life. Our ability to connect with an (often) invisible God is constantly at war with the physical world around us. What’s real for so many is what we can see, feel, taste, and hear while everything that exists in the spiritual realm is pushed into the make-believe world of Disney movies n’ stuff. I’m not saying that this is what most of us believe, but it is how many of us live. Myself included more often than I’d like to admit.
What I’m experiencing right now is an environment where most distractions have been eliminated, and the things of the spirit are more real to me than the physical world around me. I just have less pulling at me. That will change a couple days from now but it doesn’t mean I have to give up.
Being aware of the presence of God in every moment is hard. Just because it’s harder doesn’t mean we should give up or relegate it to a place of unimportance. It’s extremely important because there’s not a moment that passes in which God doesn’t want to connect with us.
It’s his abundant love that chases and pursues us through every second that ticks off the clock. And when we stop long enough to remember that, I think his heart leaps. Just one glance from our eyes and he is captivated (Song of Solomon 4:9). And our whole being comes alive as we are filled with his fullness. All of the love, peace, and joy of his heart connects like lightning and we can’t help but smile. Yes, he is that good. Yes, he loves us that much.
I’m gonna leave this Island, but as I do I’m asking God to help me stay awake to his ever present presence. He is my life, he is my source, and I wanna drink from him continually, forever.
Jesse and Kara
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