I was walking outside to my new office today. My husband's present to me was to dry-wall and fix up the upstairs of the pool house for me to use. I remember when we first looked at this property. I was terribly excited about having this space as mine. Almost 5 years later, it is.
It seems that the first 20 years or so of my adulthood has been working towards something. I worked towards college degrees, certifications. We've worked towards paying off bills, owning new cars. We worked towards building a house, towards a healthier marriage, towards raising kids. It seems that this has been the story of my life. In many ways, it was how I was raised.
When I got to the top of the outside stair case, I looked around our place in the beautiful mist that had settled shortly before sundown. I could smell the sweet chimney smoke and listen to the ruffling of birds in the cedar tree. For a brief moment, I just breathed in living into my now. I was able to pause and think, I really am living the very thing I've always seemed to be working toward.
This is a sacred rest in my journey, understanding how fully blessed I am.
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