Go stare at a tree...

You know it's not going to be a good day when you wake up and immediately feel overwhelmed.  Or someone says to you "wow, you look really wasted." Or "did you get any sleep this WEEK?"

Thursday was one of those days.  We had just gotten back from up north for a few days of "rest and relaxation."  Take note that one does not "rest and relax" well with a 6 and 3 year-old.  We had fun, it was just exhausting for the mommy.

Thankfully, I was able to take the kids to my awesome and incredible babysitter for the day.  I headed to Lapham Peak to go and stare at a tree.  Seriously.  Now, before you get out the prescription pad for a little prozac or call and reserve a bed for me at Rogers, I think this little plan of mine is very effective.

In fact, I think Jesus stared at a lot of trees in his day.  It says in scripture that he often "went up on the mountainside to pray."  He spent 40 days in the desert by himself.  I'm sure there were a few trees in either place.

As I sat on the weather-worn bench staring at the majestic maples, oaks and pines, I could feel the tension slip off my shoulders and the cares of the world flitter away on the warm whisper of a breeze.  I could perceive God's presence with me once again.  And it was good.

The next two months in preparation for our trip to Zambia could be hair-raisingly stressful.  But it doesn't have to be if I am "more Mary, and less Martha" about the whole thing.  Less Do and more Be.  Be with Jesus.  Sit quietly in His presence.  Soak up His words, His thoughts until they become my words and my thoughts.

Oh, Jesus, help me with this!