As I return to the real world, my heart is torn.
I am in the midst of a ragging war within my being-to be still versus to be in control.
The beach was one of the most restful times I think we have ever had with our boys.
A blessing that I do not want to take for granted.
However, the peace that was surrounding our unhurried pace does not seem to exist in day to day life.
At least not completely, but I think the peace can transcend the shores to our home.
I desire that peace to surround us. Always-even when we were supposed to be out the door five minutes ago...
I have a hunch that it has a lot to do with talking to Jesus all throughout the day. As in a conversation. To be raw with Him-blatantly honest. And mainly, yielded to the Potter. I am afraid that I am the clay that has to be spun around and around on that cool little machine because I keep wanting to jump off and make myself into a tray or something. Ahhhh, He has our good and His glory at heart.
He IS working for my good. I certainly don't deserve it. I stink at being a good little piece of clay. But, He is a skilled potter, the best and I am hopeful that my time on the spinning machine will produce something that makes my potter smile.