Sitting on the back porch . . .

Rocking . . .

Rocking . . .

Rocking harder . . .

Usually I enjoy sitting here looking at the lake, watching the Herons flying by over the water.  Sitting here listening to the Wood Pecker giving a dead tree the “what for”, listening to the song birds singing.   I enjoy sitting here enjoying the peace of a mid-week evening just before the sun goes down.  I look down to the lake and see the Spanish Moss glowing with the sun shining through.  The water is just as calm as a mirror, reflections all around.  This time of year, the Coots have left to return to their northern homes.  There is not even the wake that they cause as they move through the water in the late afternoon, returning to their evening resting places.  All is incredibly calm and beautiful . . .

Except, this afternoon my thoughts assail me.  I sit in a rocking chair (as usual) and the cacophony of an orchestra tuning up is banging around in my head.  The more I think about what is assaulting me the harder I rock.  I do believe that I could provide power for a full New York City block during the height of electric usage. 

Could I rock myself right out of the orbit of home I would do so . . .

Then, as I put words to paper, God’s word comes to me . . . Be still, My child, rest in Me.

I can hear Him in the quiet . . . His words do not take away the negative report from the doctor . . .

His words do give me peace . . .

I quit rocking at a harried pace . . . and see the wake of a single duck swimming down the lake . . . just peacefully taking an evening “stroll”.  There is peace in the valley of my heart. 

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