One of my favorite things to do, hands down, is sit on a porch and watch the clouds roll in. Call it a perk of having a quiet soul. To sit before a view and observe the leaves move, the colors change in the sun’s light, the ins and outs of how the earth breathes daily; this is a luxury.
Having a soul that must be fed by such precious moments is both a blessing and a curse. As a missionary, I find myself before more gorgeous views across the world than most, but the time it takes to really study a spot is rarely available. And yet my heart aches to be breathed upon by beauty.
Maybe the way to impact a campus or a city is to settle in enough to just be and let the Holy Spirit water me wherever He plants me. Fruit comes from trees with roots that have gone deep.
Maybe the most thoughtful and genuine way to live is slowly, I wonder, at least slow enough to see the people, the sights, the situations that are before me in the moment. Maybe the way to impact a campus or a city is to settle in enough to just be and let the Holy Spirit water me wherever He plants me. Fruit comes from trees with roots that have gone deep.
I am learning how to let my soul flourish in God. I am choosing to believe He has called me to a place that will make my heart come alive in Him. Even if that looks like a steadily burning soul over one raucously exploding with fireworks.
Because even after I have wiped clean the white board of God’s plans for my life over and over again, I find myself on a porch with a view where I can feel Him breath upon my heart with the refreshing stillness of His presence and I come alive.
Photo by Kainet – Flickr Creative Commons (note: color changed)