fishing
i spent monday morning fishing up on silver lake with my brothers john and nathan(no, not biological), nathan's wife jill, and nathan's parents. i don't know if i have ever seen something that peaceful in a long time.
life is so busy. i'm alway doing something: painting, ministry, eating . . . whatever. and even though we were doing something(fishing), it seemed as though we were doing nothing. we were just being. there was rest that morning, at the crack of dawn. ok, so it was almost 8, but who's keeping track.
the point is, i don't rest enough. i don't take the time to relax, to be calm, to not worry. i feel like i always have to be doing something.
as tired as i was driving home, it was worth it. i was physically tired, but i was spiritually refreshed. i saw God in the sun peeking out from behind the clouds, in the way the sand dunes rose and fell along the shore, in the beauty of the bass, croppie, and perch that we caught. i saw God in the glass-like appearance of the water, in friendships that were strengthened and in the conversations i had with brother driving home.
yes, i was driving home to work. and i was driving home fast, because i was late . . . very late. my foreman/boss/partner wasn't thrilled, but i always appreciate his flexibility. extremely appreciate it.
but it's something that you leave with. its a renewed passion, a new fervor for being better. because we could all stand to be better, especially those of us who call ourselves the people of God. we can do better.
i have always valued rest and relaxation. some might say i value it too much. but i don't want to lose it's importance. yes, we should work hard. i never said we shouldn't. but we should also play hard. have a good theology of play.
on that note, i'm going to bed.
be good to each other. look at Christ. peace.
life is so busy. i'm alway doing something: painting, ministry, eating . . . whatever. and even though we were doing something(fishing), it seemed as though we were doing nothing. we were just being. there was rest that morning, at the crack of dawn. ok, so it was almost 8, but who's keeping track.
the point is, i don't rest enough. i don't take the time to relax, to be calm, to not worry. i feel like i always have to be doing something.
as tired as i was driving home, it was worth it. i was physically tired, but i was spiritually refreshed. i saw God in the sun peeking out from behind the clouds, in the way the sand dunes rose and fell along the shore, in the beauty of the bass, croppie, and perch that we caught. i saw God in the glass-like appearance of the water, in friendships that were strengthened and in the conversations i had with brother driving home.
yes, i was driving home to work. and i was driving home fast, because i was late . . . very late. my foreman/boss/partner wasn't thrilled, but i always appreciate his flexibility. extremely appreciate it.
but it's something that you leave with. its a renewed passion, a new fervor for being better. because we could all stand to be better, especially those of us who call ourselves the people of God. we can do better.
i have always valued rest and relaxation. some might say i value it too much. but i don't want to lose it's importance. yes, we should work hard. i never said we shouldn't. but we should also play hard. have a good theology of play.
on that note, i'm going to bed.
be good to each other. look at Christ. peace.
posted by marcelliott at 11:56 PM
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