It's been a long week, a productive week, indeed a satisfying week.
As Friday evening approaches I've put everything away, just leaving out the dinner we shall share when my husband arrives home; the candles and burning oils flickering in the shadows of the late overcast afternoon, a sign of slowing my body and preparing my heart for rest, rest in Him.
The fragrance of eucalyptus and lemon myrtle oils burning through our home is sweet and fresh, welcoming to the senses, relaxing to the mind. One of my Bibles, now open and displayed permanently on the kitchen counter, draws my attention throughout the day; a verse here, a passage there...always speaking life, encouraging, correcting, imparting God's truth in many ways between the washing and the chopping and the simmering.
Walking through each room my thoughts often drawn to the hand stitched Scriptures nestled thereabouts; more truth to ponder, more love to grasp.
He seeks us in all the hidden places of home, whispering Truth in our ears, assuring us again and again of His love which can overflow the empty heart, strengthen the weary arms, and promises rest to the tired body.
May His Sabbath rest this weekend draw you closer to the Father, restoring and refreshing you in every way, filling your life with a gentle peace and allowing you to breathe slowly, long and deep, without any need to rush.