leaves

I spent a lot of time watching the leaves fall this weekend.  I had an amazing time at the camp/retreat center less than an hour from my home, yet worlds away.  Just me and "my peoples" as my friend H said.  15 pastor's spouses spending quality time learning, worshiping and truly enjoying the presence of someone else who "knows" just how crazy we are.

Sitting above the trees watching the leaves fall in a large wooded area is amazing.  We were talking about balance all weekend.  Finding balance in our ministry, our lives, and our selves.  We, as spouses, still have callings and vocations that are not part of the pastors ministry.

As the leaves fell it was like watching worries and anxiety fall from my life that would help me create more balance.

It was watching expectations fall to the ground to create more space for me to be me. 

The leaves were like God trimming me and constantly changing me to become more of what I am called to do.

It was hearing less of the chatter as they fell to the ground and more of the One who I am suppose to listen too. 

The leaves were tiny God-whispers telling me that letting go is okay.  

It was hearing tiny noises as leaves fell while watching sparkles from the moon dance on the lake and knowing I wasn't alone and that I was to be present with my friends.

Tiny leaves telling me that these things are a drop in the bucket compared to my larger calling as a Child of God.

 

Another of my quiet places...

Photo is from here!