No rush.
Permission granted. To turn off tech.
Leave the non-stop.
Breathe.
No rush.
Permission granted. To turn off tech.
Leave the non-stop.
Breathe.
We live in a world of instant information.
Nonstop noise invading silence.
Multiple voices vie for attention and devotion. Some offer good messages and interesting ideas. But these too can distract. Derail.
And keep me from relying on the best.
His Word.
Him.
This week I’ve walked on the soft, white sand of Pensacola Beach and stared out at the deep blue and aqua waters of the Gulf. I’ve relaxed, breathed in the ocean breezes. Watched sandpipers race the tide.
My first memory of feeling sand between my toes was a 1964 family vacation in Bali. We loaded up our 1958 Chevrolet station wagon in Surabaya early in the morning and drove across East Java to the ferry at Ketapang, just north of Banyuwangi.