I have a thought. (Funny how ideas are occasionally provoked.)
Today began our third camp out. We have a favorite site right on the lazy Row River. (Which I have just learned is pronounced Rou.) It’s appropriately named for it has no visible current which would carry a boat along, hence ... Haha…
The forecast has taken a turn and now resembles our typical coastal weather. Cold. Cloudy. Breezy, with a mist in the air that wants to be rain but has not gotten there quite yet. Still, it's beautiful.
With us are our doggies. We don't travel without them. Two Labs, one quite old, the other younger. Our senior Lab is Snuggles. She loved to cuddle with her humans as a puppy. But as she grew up we realized around strangers she was just scary - people would laugh when we tell them her name was Snuggles.
Then add an adopted, geriatric, Dachshund. Chibe (pronounced chib-ee, meaning little in Japanese). She's 16. Old for any dog. She was my father-in-laws dog. My husband brought her home after his death to become part of our family. Now she’s deaf. Blind. Cantankerous and seems to have 9 lives. Just months ago my husband sideswiped her with the truck's back tire - she couldn't see or hear the truck coming, and she’s so short he didn’t see her. Both her hips were broken. But eight weeks later, she was back to her old self. Amazing.
Oh yeah, my thought. After we set up camp today I was enjoying my lounge chair and the view of the river - talking to my dogs - and pondering how long it’s been since I was 'quiet.' My husband sat his chair down beside me and relaxed - briefly. Soon his activity began to remind me of a bee in a rose garden. He would sit down, then recognize something needed adjusting, get up and fix it, then reclaim his chair. A few minutes later something else needed attention and the process continued. That went on for quite a while.
The thought I had was this: It’s hard for us to slow down. Why do we have such difficulty doing nothing? Doesn't God give us creation to also enjoy - quietly - relaxed?
I hope you appreciated the reading this week. I did. But as I sit here in this beautiful place, along this gorgeous river (hoping I can find an internet connection to post this in time), I’m wanting to focus on how it would feel to spend more than two or three minutes watching the Row River roll by?
Surely with all the beauty God has created, in full display, set here in this quiet place, should it be so tricky to just be still and take it in? When God has given us the time and the opportunity and we still struggle, what else must we be missing?
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