I rested today.
My to-do list was as full as my laundry basket.
May pantry sparse; rooms, cluttered.
The decorative pillows remained on the floor beside shoes I meant to pick up yesterday.
I kept the news off, put my phone down, and turned the music up.
I savored a tablespoon of honey for the sole reason of enjoying it.
The vastness of the moment expanded my senses, and even the air tasted sweeter.
Pictures and paintings, patterned China and scalloped napkins — so much color and voice found even in that which cannot talk.
And my eyes fell gently upon each… things I notice I’ve taken with me; things I notice I no longer have.
The simple elegance and wistful affection of what surrounds me would garner little to a buyer, and that’s okay, as I’m not selling.
I’ve sold enough of my time to receive a paycheck this week: today, I’ve profited by resting.
All these tangible memories remind me that “to every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven”(Ecclesiastes 3:1).
The ribboned bookmark in my bible dances when the air conditioning kicks on, and I hear a sigh escape through my smile.
I laugh at myself, impressed and slightly embarrassed at how fully in the moment I am… I feel as settled as the dust I’ve decided not to disturb today.
Thank you, Lord, for this time.
I see the bounty in the blessings.
It has taken me a lifetime to get here… my life… God’s timing.
What a beautiful place “here” is.
Forgive me, Lord, if I let days pass without being grateful for all that surrounds me.
May I not rush away what can only be gleaned in today’s field.
For today brings its own blooms and thorns, and I will gladly take it all to have the fragrance of love, hope, and peace linger.
What a beautiful room freshener is God’s grace.
I rested today.
I rested in a way that I can neither fully explain nor understand, but it was one of the most productive days I’ve had in a long time.
This column was initially published by CherryRoad Media. ©Tiffany Kaye Chartier.