“My days are like the evening shadow; I wither away like grass. But you Lord, sit enthroned forever; your renown endures through all generations.” Psalm 102: 11-12
Last night we sat together out on the screened in porch with candles shining around the edges watching the sun go down for the evening. The silhouettes of the trees faded into darkness as we swung back and forth on the porch swing discussing the events of the day. My husband had jazz music playing from his I-pad as I rested comfortable leaning my head onto his shoulder.
The weather warmed a bit this last weekend, making this possible. The last of the snow from the week before disappeared four days ago. The sudden warmth displayed the signs of spring as my daffodils began to open and the tulips poked their way up through the soil.
It’s easy to describe this moment as peaceful, and it was eventually. However, the weight of the world held us down briefly as we discussed the events of the last couple of days with decisions concerning our children, health concerns and job stresses. First we talked stopping only to breathe. Then we sat and listened. Listening to the moment.
We soaked up the stillness, breathing in the relief of slowing down. It was a moment that wouldn’t last; but, we took it releasing the day’s tension in preparation for rest.
Tomorrow is a new day the stillness whispered, you are not alone my husband’s shoulder beckoned. Questions will be answered and health will be restored called in the promise of days to come. Rest was the current action of surrender. And surrender we did.