31 March 2011

Where my spirit rests

Bonnie concludes our exploration of rest by asking how we experience spiritual rest and talking about finding whitespace in our lives. 

My whitespace is rarely white, but splashed with vibrant colour.  It is a place I visit most every morning, to seek His face, His heart, His counsel.

Music, smooth, no lyrics to distract.
I breathe, settle and fix my mind on finding Him, my friend, the lover of my soul, my Lord, my Jesus.
I allow my mind to wander and create of image of His presence.
We may be walking hand in hand on the shores of the sea. 

The blues so bright, so deep, yet always eclipsed by His beauty.
Perhaps we sit on a grassy hillside, my head resting against His strength.
I long to hear what He has to share with me, and opening my journal, I write.

His words may challenge me, rebuke me, exhort me.
They flow from His great love.
Even brief moments of connection bring deep spirit peace, joy and refreshing.
The blood in my veins resets to match the beating of His heart.
I am ready to begin the day knowing I am His.
And He. Is. Everything.

God, my shepherd! I don't need a thing. You have bedded me down in lush meadows, you find me quiet pools to drink from. True to your word, you let me catch my breath and send me in the right direction. Psalm 23:2-3 The Message

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2 comments:

Cherry said...

Beautiful! And I love The Message translation of Psalm 23:2-3. Thanks for sharing!

Sheryl said...

Lovely, indeed. I'm learning my white space doesn't have to be geographic (as I would like it to be), but just where God slows me down.

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