As Spring begins to segue into Summer I seem to still be rooted to wintry hibernation.
Huddled indoors most days. Too weary and depleted to do much at all.
This has been a long season of withdrawal from all unnecessary busyness, a stilling of the soul, making room for deeper rest.
And I thought I may have been coming out of my self and Spirit-imposed soul sanctuary cocoon by now.
Words are still flowing; I’m keeping communication lines open and staying available to those things which feed my soul.
Yet the vital sap and lasting spark of energy I so desperately long to receive is missing. I wilt easily.
God is signalling that my highest priority remains to rest in Him, let my mind cease meandering, remember to recharge, pace and sleep.
Because we cannot be fully refuelled, refreshed and restored body and soul without connecting with Him and also disconnecting from those things which steal our soul’s peace.
It may look different for each one of us. Priorities are personal. Some soul-weights sit so heavy and only God can help shift them over time.
So I’m slowly learning to be OK with not being physically active, visible, or crazy-busy in my thoughts – that’s the hardest one to change!
Maybe we can all learn to lean harder on God and become less concerned about doing it all ourselves. It’s worth a try, yes?
I’m joining some soul sisters (and brothers?) over at Kate’s Motaung’s place by sharing a few #FiveMinuteFriday thoughts here today on the word: ‘Meet’.
It’s a great community of writers who aim to let loose their without-worry words within 5 minutes flat and enjoy reading what arises in the process. You’re very welcome to join in.
Come aside, draw back,
pull away from the crowd
You won’t find Me
in busyness and loud
Surrender to silence
Sense My Presence within
Meet with Me in this moment
Let your day now begin
Rest your weary head
on My tender breast
before you fall apart
from sheer emptiness
Seek the soothing calm
of My Father-heart
Here I am present
Here I can be found
Here I meet with those
who are unafraid
to turn off the sounds
upon which their soul clings