“What about spending time producing nothing but adrenaline, laughter, memories? What about spending some of the day in sheer, unapologetic uselessness–not just ceasing from our utilitarian existence, but turning it right on its head?” writes Mark Buchanan in his relief-packed book, The Rest of God.
That’s what I plan to do! On my vacation. I leave in the morning and I’m not working in the office again until Dec. 10!
I’m going to play, lollygag, laugh, and make memories with my husband Richard. Ahhh!
This I know tonight: God loves me when I work. God loves me when I play. God loves me when I lollygag. And He gives me all these renewal-producing gifts to enjoy. You, too!
When will you take some time to play and lollygag? Perhaps you did so recently. How was it?
I’m tired. Maybe you are, also. Yet God isn’t tired.
He never feels too exhausted to paint His sky brilliant blue or toss white clouds in for contrast. Every day He creates a majestic creative masterpiece in the Colorado mountains whether I’m there or not. (And I’m not often, since I live in the entirely different beauty of the Arizonan desert). But last weekend I breathed, walked, prayed, discovered, and interacted in the crisp (29-32 degrees) clear mountain air. Remember when I mentioned that I was flying to a Life Coaching Summit in Breckenridge, CO?
Here’s what I saw at the trail head:
[Below] And while standing amazed at Hoosier Pass-The Continental Divide (11,600 miles high.) I had on 7 layers to keep warm!
[Below] And while walking in the marsh behind the cabin that housed all fifteen of us with room to spare. (Janai, that’s you in the window!) Notice the moon?
[Below] With my tribe of Life Coaches/Transformational Workers (Janai, Joan, Dawnita, Sarah)
How my heart has expanded to love these women who I never knew until 18 months ago!
[Below] Yes, it snowed! (And while 90 degrees back home!) I’ve always loved the combination of white-tipped mountains and pine trees drizzled like snow-cones. Tall evergreens make me feel appropriately small AND loved by the BIG God who makes them.
And then just because God knows how much I LOVE flowers, He sent one to greet me in Denver. Thanks, Dawnita, for holding it still in the fierce wind. It was almost colder in Denver than in Breckenridege!)
Joan C. Webb
Writing, teaching, coaching to empower and set free.