I enjoy dorm life, and am grateful that God has placed me at the Bible Institute, but I yearn for the days when I will live in a pint-sized writing cottage out in the woods somewhere. This morning the fog crept across the land and made morning something hazy.
"And indeed there will be time for the yellow smoke that slides along the street, rubbing its back upon the window panes." - T. S. Eliot
I have these random flashbacks sometimes where I remember the woods, and what it felt like to stand in a forest, still. Outside of the arms of trees, I have the tendency to get 1) distracted and 2) hurried by life, so that I forget to just
stop
and breathe. I ventured into the previously uncharted territory of Doing Yoga today and felt really peaceful just inhaling. I'm constantly going, moving, rushing around. This verse came to mind:
"But Martha was distracted with all her preparations; and she came up to Him and said, 'Lord, do You not care that my sister has left me to do all the serving alone? Then tell her to help me.' But the Lord answered and said to her, 'Martha, Martha, you are worried and bothered about so many things; but only one thing is necessary, for Mary has chosen the good part, which shall not be taken away from her.'" ~ Luke 10:40-42
My only job is to sit at Jesus' feet.
And breathe.
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