2016: Page 58

Earthdate: 20160227 — These are the ramblings of one traveler’s journey on earth as he makes his way toward a heavenly home.

When I began this page-a-day writing adventure, I had not planned on it including a photo each day.  Yet as the days go by, it seems that there is always a photo of mine that captures at least part of the lesson God was teaching me that day.  Page 58 was a day to sleep in and simply enjoy a family day with no plans or intent to go in to work for any reason.  It didn’t take long for frustration to start to build as people decided that it was somehow okay to park on my snow-covered lawn just because the neighbor was having an estate sale.  With the soft ground underneath the snow, it wasn’t long before tires were spinning and snow, grass, dirt, and gravel were flying.  My solution was to collect an assortment of traffic cones and sawhorses to set along my property line as cars would leave so others couldn’t simply come and take their place.  Most people then seemed to understand that my property wasn’t meant for parking, although one person did back over one of the sawhorses trying.

After a trip to the China Buffet for lunch with my family, I knew I needed away from the visual reminder of the inconsiderate nature of people.  So, a trip to the park with the family seemed like the perfect “reset button” for the day.  The park choice for today was the Bonneyville Mill County Park near Bristol, Indiana where an operating mill from the mid-1800’s stands in the midst of a beautiful country setting.  While the mill itself is only open and operating during the summer months, the snow-covered ground and waterways which power the mill provided a peaceful setting for some photographs and a relaxing walk.  The sun was shining brightly, the sky was a brilliant blue with an occasional high-level cloud, and the still water in the mill ponds were great reflecting pools.  It was as if every variable lined up perfectly for some great photos and a relaxing time in the midst of a peaceful setting.  

The photo that I’ve included with this page is a reminder to me of the peace and beauty that God wants each of us to experience as we rest in Him.  I grew up on a farm so I understand more than many the sheer amount of work that farm life requires.  Yet I also believe that there is very little as peaceful as a farm at rest.  Rest.  Reset.  Relax.  Whatever word you want to use, it is God’s idea and plan that we set aside regular times to be still before Him and know that He is God.  God was the One who set forth the idea, and commanded, a day of rest each week for His people, Israel.  As Jesus walked the earth, He not only practiced times of rest away from the crowds, He would lead His disciples to places where they could be alone and experience true rest.  I believe that most of us have warning signs, sirens, and/or signals of some type that go off within us to let us know we are overdue for rest.  I’m getting better at recognizing, and responding to, those in my life but it is not easy.  It is in the remembering what happens to me mentally, physically, emotionally, spiritually, and whatever other ‘allys that exist that I realize the need to make every effort to not go down some of those old roads again.

I pray that you and I would pay attention to the Spirit within us when it comes to our need for rest.  I pray that you would have places of complete peace and tranquility where you can be still before God and let every fiber of your being reset according to His design and purpose in your life.  I pray that God is always the first One we go to whenever we feel worn down.

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