All shall be well
July 18th, 2020 | 0 Comments
Every early morning during my first cup of coffee, I let Luke out the back door and watch the sky brighten. He stands there with me on the high back porch, gazing around, not anxious, just enjoying the view, fresh morning smells and time spent breathing together. I’ve decided to make tomorrow a real Sabbatical: a Sabbath rest. Even though the Ten Commandments get a bad rap for being so, well, judgey, they really just ask us to do what works in a sane society: stay focused on your Higher Power rather than running after idols of money, property and prestige; don’t steal what isn’t yours; don’t murder anyone; and oh yes, take a day off every week. Only slaves don’t get a day off, so stop being a slave to your work, and rest. “All shall be well, all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.” Julian of Norwich wrote that in her journal in 14th century England. When she asked God— why suffering? —that was part of God’s response to her. Just rest and know that God is working his purpose out, and that he is making all things beautiful in his time. Often when Luke and I look down from the back porch we see a buck cropping the new foliage. The buck sees us, too, and seems friendly enough, unafraid, but we’re separated by a creek, a low wall on one side and a fence on the other. Someday we’ll meet. All shall be well.