Vacation… or Refuge?
Tonight I landed in a pocket of peace. Weary was I, bone tired, beat, drained, and what have you. I headed out to water the garden and as my whole being eased at the sound of water pouring into earth, I was tucked in. Swaddled by the evening—or rather, it’s Creator—in that moment. It was a pocket of peace, sewn from twilight sky and stolen moment and cool breeze… and my soul quieted. Isn’t He good? We don’t always need a...
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