The Quiet Side

August Filter 
 My purpose here on earth is to be loved by God and then to pour out that love. 

My days this week were a mixture of traveling and quietness. On one of the quiet days, my goal was to write but every word seemed dry and forced so I got in the car and drove to southwest harbor. After meandering through a few shops, I drove to where I thought hubby and I always went to sit and watch the boats come in. I ended up in a quiet little niche of the harbor, where the only people around seemed to be locals who belonged there.

I gave up my idea of finding a place to read but settled for taking a few photos instead. The breeze was blowing, sun shining and a young teenage boy rode  his bike past me, down the path to a simple house on the water. I was only there a few minutes but the scene left a lasting impression on me. A place where one belongs. It's not a small thing. How many people long for such a place?

Applying August Filter : No matter where I am or how much I feel like I belong or not, I am loved by God right here, right now.

Last night when I returned to the camper from a long drive through bumper traffic, I discovered something wrong with my wheel. I called hubby, begging him to come down and take care of it. He couldn't. I whined, fretted, and went to bed in tears, tossing and turning all night. I awoke feeling like I'd failed a test of some sort. 

This morning as I drove to VIP to have the wheel checked out, I heard the holy whisper. 

I love you as much today as the quiet days when you were basking in the sunshine of my grace.

Even when I am not writing about it, this is day 3 of applying it.