Regular home time is all hurry there and rush here. Very little pause for quiet.
My sermon text for this weekend is convicting me and I have not even delivered the sermon yet.
Sigh.
I hate it when the preacher is preached to first.
Beach time is like Sabbath time which is the nature of our message from Matthew 11:28-30. It is a lesson I am still learning and unlearning especially as my family returned un-rested, un-renewed, un-satisfied from our vacation away. Yet another reminder that much, too much of our soul work is in the interior of our hearts.
Ah- if there was a beach for me soul within!
Now, that would be something.
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