Rest for our weary souls, something God ordained from the very beginning. Afterall, was it not God Himself who instructed us to rest? Was it not God who created us in such a way…with bodies that need time to recoup and reflect? God created a day of Sabbath to point our attention back to Him. “If you revere God as holy, you will find the strength of your labor comes from God, not from yourself. Your strength, your labor, and the work of your hands are all a gift of God’s grace, not of yourself.” (p. 16) Caught up in our frantic pace in order to realign our life into perfect order, we had somehow misplaced our priority of spending time with God. We had so many things that just had to be done…and slowly uninvolved God in the everyday picture. If I could only get one more piece of my life in order..then I will have time for God. If I can get all my ducks in a row, then I will be ready to be with Him.

“By the seventh day God had finished the work he had been doing; so on the seventh day he rested from all his work.” Genesis 2:2

And although our week did not go exactly as planned, we were able to recapture a piece of wholeness. A bite-size morsel of God’s goodness just in the nick of time. It is funny how we get so caught up in our circumstances that we lose sight of God. Our eyes are easily distracted by difficulty rather than overwhelmed by God’s splendor. Feeling the waves. Smelling a whiff of fresh ocean air. Wiggling minute sand particles between my toes. Precisely what this tired, worn-out, weary Texas mama needed. Thank you, God for loving me in the details.

God wants to be a part of our messy

We boarded our plane, homebound, feeling a bit recouped and refreshed. With a renewed outlook, we felt ready to hop back onto the treadmill of our crazy life.

However, we never expected what was coming around the next bend. As soon as we landed on U.S. soil, my husband’s phone lit up like a fireworks display. Seventeen text messages and several phone calls. Since we had been in flight over international waters for the past several hours, we were unreachable. The calls were from his parents and Texas Children’s Hospital.

It was difficult for me to decipher what was going on. When you can only hear one side of the conversation, you cannot always put two and two together.

Uh huh. Are you sure?

What did the scan show?

How did it happen?

Have the results been read?

Curiosity was getting the best of me while I tried to read my husband’s gestures. Concerned…yes. Most definitely. His conversation was serious in nature and I could tell it involved one of our kids. However, I could not begin to guesstimate what in the world had happened. My husband’s face expressed a weightiness about it. Meanwhile, my face turned to pure dread.