There is something about this place that fuels me. Being deeply tapped into the creation of my amazing God, leaves me in a space of connectedness…in a space of rest. Too often my days are filled with more things to do than moments to treasure…I miss things more often than I care to admit. I have spent too much time glorifying my to do list rather than glorifying the Master. But when I am in this place it all slows, there is no list, no tasks, no rush…the pace is slow, there are naps, long walks and deep conversations. There is something about this place.
Sitting on the porch with the breeze caressing my hair, the sun kissing my face and the sound of the ocean singing in a distance…there is peace. Peace I cannot seem to find at home in our rushed existence, our over-extended lives spew exhaustion to everyone around us. New days bring new demands, new chores, new tasks…tasks that could, if I am honest…wait.
In a fury of busy I seek to get it all done, accomplish every task…meet every need and please everyone in my life. More often than not I look at a task and I assume it will never be done right if I don’t do it myself. How much does the task I place so much energy on really matter? The little mundane things that will fade away one day…the endless battles to keep the rooms clean of the tiny humans in my life, will one day fall on to the list of things I so desperately miss rather than a list of things that need to get done. One day I will look at my husband and wonder who we have become in all this time that we… no… I have glorified busy over beautiful moments and truly loving deeply my precious family.
I cannot help but think of Elijah in 1 Kings 19…on the run and feeling stressed, stretched thin and fearful. A man of God who was seeking to do the will of the Lord was so worn out mentally, physically and emotionally. When He finally reached a broom tree of shelter and protection, the first thing he did was pray. His prayer was not sugar-coated it was honest from his most broken places. The Lord did four things for Elijah in that place…God listened to His prayer, He allowed him to rest , God fed Elijah and restored his strength.
Oh, how this place is my broom tree.
I seem to find myself in a place so desperate by the time I walk through the doors…a heart that needs to be quieted and a mind that needs to be rewired…a new pace needs to be set in my life.
I breathe better in the clear salty air…my lungs fill up with the winds of rest. The winds whisper, you are loved. When I am here I can’t escape the Master, I can’t out run Him.
The breeze sweeps the hair across my face as I sit in stillness and listen to sound of the waves wrestle onto the shore. I breathe deeply in the smell of peace filled air, wind that feels as though it has fallen straight from heaven. The clouds look as though they were hand painted by the greatest artist…the colors unexplainable. Their colors are so vibrant like none I have seen, something I imagine Heaven is painted with. Deep corals, vibrant yellows and immense shades of blue…the colors that make you reach for your phone…just one snap shot is needed of the incredible sky in front of you.
This broom tree…placed specifically by God in this season. We have grieved here, we have wept here, we have recovered here, we have prayed fervently here. This places knows our finger prints, the imprint of our bare, our laughter is engraved into its walls, and just like Elijah, God provides four things in this place; He listens, provides rest, feeds my dry soul and restores my strength.