It seems even the flowers in my garden have better sense than I do when it comes to rest. They know when to close their petals for the night, while I’m still busy trying to squeeze in one more thing.
I think nature could teach us a lot about rest, if we stopped long enough to pay attention.
This is a Day 14 of The Rhythm of Rest series (Write 31 Days challenge).
We do not want merely to see beauty, though, God knows, even that is bounty enough. We want something else which can hardly be put into words – to be united with the beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves, to bathe in it, to become part of it.
I took this photo during the weekend. Even though the landscape is starting to be revived by the autumn rains, after continuous drought in previous years, many trees have died from sustained lack of water. You don’t have to look very hard to find the skeletal remains of once-majestic trees stretching their fingers into the sky.
When I look at this photo, I am reminded that there is no life without water. No physical life without natural water. No spiritual life without living water.
And the angel showed me [John] a pure river with the water of life, clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb, coursing down the centre of the main street. On each side of the river grew a tree of life, bearing twelve crops of fruit, with a fresh crop each month. The leaves were used for medicine to heal the nations.
The Spirit and the bride say, “Come.” Let each one who hears them say, “Come.” Let the thirsty ones come – anyone who wants to. Let them come and drink the water of life without charge.
Revelation 22:1-2, 17