Last week I felt fragmented, lost and lonely. I began to search for the place of soul rest. The place where I would feel connected, content and at peace. I looked to externals; reading, writing, music, places. Nothing but glimpses. Moments when something resonated deep in my soul, but I didn’t know its name. Things which had always been known by me, but I couldn’t identify.
I felt it when I looked at the sky and saw thick, dazzling clouds above me.
I knew it when the reeds in the stream spoke to me, a message of being submerged, but held firm; the current moving but not taking them.
Trees on the riverbank. The detail, the contrasts. The colour, the textures.
Choral evensong emanating from a beautiful chapel.
Then this book in the post from a friend. Ann Voskamp, one thousand gifts. And I found what I was searching for.
This is my place of soul rest.
When I remember and understand grace.What it means for me.
When I have gratitude for that which makes up my life. Here. Today. This minute. As it is. In all its imperfections.
I will know joy. I won’t have to find it, or make it come, or search for it. It is there. It follows the other two automatically.
Unforced rhythms of grace. They found me.
today I am linking up with Kelli Woodford – and I am glad to be able to share the joy of unforced rhythms of grace