Songs, Rest and Fun

Watchman Nee wrote a book on the Song of Solomon, which I purchased many years ago. I've read it so many times that it is now in three sections with a rubber band tied around it. The Song of Songs came to life under his pen, an allegorical story of Christ and  his beloved bride.
A few months ago a friend gave me a copy of The Shulamite's Cry and I have been reading a few pages at a time with my Bible in the morning. It is beautifully written and a fit companion for my Nee book. I loved it from the first so much that I bought a few copies to give out to my prayer group.
I've struggled with knowing what to post today. It's been so long and I thought about my excitement of an upcoming trip, the incredible beauty of my lilacs in bloom, how much I treasure friendships, etc. But as I looked for a picture this came to mind. I have been in a quiet resting season of reflection and regaining strength after winter's virus.
This is about to change as my granddaughter comes to visit.
I am blowing the dust off the scrabble game, thinking of getting back on the horse literally, and other summer activities. Life is never boring. Don't you love it?

Basking Belle

Some mornings I move more slowly than others and yesterday was one of them. Laying aside my plans for the morning I gathered my Bible, journal and cup of tea and headed for the porch. The sun was shining giving warmth to a chilly day. I've been starting each morning with a prayer,committing my day to God's direction. Proverbs 3:5-6 and Psalm 23 have been my companions for a few months. Time and time again I have seen my day take a different direction from what I had planned, but I'm learning to trust and rest in this season. I admit there are times when all of the things I want to accomplish scream at me, but then I remember that I am trying to live quieter and listen to my spirit, hoping this will bring heaking to my body as well.
I've discovered that when I move a little slower I enjoy moments that previously simply were overlooked, like the one pictured above. I finished my morning ritual and stepped back into the kitchen, but Belle remained basking in the sunlight, with her head lying on my sneakers. a perfect picture of my morning. I did eventually get to the gym but I enjoyed it much more than if I had rushed out the door with my to do list in my hand.

New Beginnings

This was the view from my back porch a couple of days ago. Rainbows are a sign of promise. For me they have always signaled the end of a season and hope for new beginnings. This past year has been a year of testing for me in some ways. Over the last couple of weeks, I've sensed a change and then two nights in a row there were double rainbows in the sky. I only caught the single one on camera, but my heart caught the rest. I love the promise of new beginnings.