I want to live a full life. Joy tucked into smile wrinkles and grace that drips like jam, leaving sticky grace moments all over this life. I want to live my life with the words of Jesus echoing off my tongue, forever learning how to love.
I’m learning. I’ll never be fully “learned.”
During this period of being home, I’ve been learning how to still myself. Slow down and see the little treasures that surround me.
I saw it before, but now I feel like I am seeing this life with new eyes.
I see the stillness in my mother’s hands as she prepares strawberries for jam. A simple act of homemaking, and yet one of the biggest gifts she can offer her family. A home.
I see the stillness in my Dad’s voice as he reads about grace to us out loud. The wonder in his voice carries past the walls of this home and into my life. The wonder of grace installed deeply in him.
I see stillness in morning coffee, beans chosen for their notes of dark chocolate and vanilla.
I see stillness in words that I chose, even in the silent battle of my mind to choose the right ones.
I see stillness in friendship. The knowing, but also the loving.
I’ve had to slow down, in order to see the stillness.
The way the trees shake their leaves in praise and flowers open with new life.
I want to live a full life. A full life meaning that I slow down to see the stillness.
Allow it to be etched onto these bones and be tucked into these smile lines.
Learning, but never fully learned.
Oh Lord, may I never speed up to where I miss the stillness that surrounds me.