There is a change in the air. The leaves are turning and I need a wrap of some sort in the evening when I sit on the porch, pondering life.
The wedding of the Man who was my boy and his girl was really sweet and beautiful. We are settling in to life. Our baby girl said her first word today so clearly, and it was the name of her Godfather, Micah. It was an amazing moment for me. So rich with joy.
Each fall I say the words, "I feel God is calling me to a quiet life". Then every year an event has occurred that has stretched me to the limits. When I say those words now, one of my local besties responds, "You say that every year". Then we proceed to walk out either the big stuff that whacks me or whacks one of the other besties. Each year it feels like I haven't had a "quiet life".
One of my California bestie's visits approximately once a year. Each year I tell her that I feel God is calling me to a quiet life. She responds, "You say that every year, and every year I see you finding a quieter and quieter life". Because she isn't in the trenches with me day in and out, she sees the progress that I am blinded to. She has the benefit of an outside perspective.
The quiet life that God is calling me to isn't one that is void of activity. On the contrary. It's one that is balanced and focused into the specific areas I am supposed to minister in. The quietness is internal. It's being in tune with my Father, in all things. Settled in my Spirit, my mind at peace.
I like the change in the air. It's always a little disquieting knowing that change is coming. But, the bonus is that I can wear sweaters and be cozy as I settle in to the next season. And drink tea. Lots of tea.