Sometime during the last stretch of incredibly warm days I realized that there is almost always a cool breeze under the copper beech tree out back. Branches that would be better trimmed, when it comes to ducking and dodging around them to cut grass, provide a graceful canopy to sit under. My feline buddy and I are loving our free moments in that spot.
Jesus encouraged his disciples to enjoy a quiet place. (Mark 6:31) That could mean a few days at some lovely get-away location, but it can also be a comfy seat in a quiet corner, indoors or out. We need time for the eyes of our heart to begin to realize the hope we have in Christ. (Ephesians 1:18) It takes time "to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge." (Ephesians 3:18-19 NIV)
The place we choose can be ours to meditate on God's goodness. It can be where we take a moment to thank Him for the blessing of family. I can't gaze up through the branches to the top of the clothesline post without remembering the day Hugh wrestled that heavy pole into place without help, and I'm so thankful he did. Can't imagine not being able to dry the clothes outdoors, and love to see them blowing beyond the crossbar, a reminder of the cleansing Christ accomplished for us at Calvary.
My shady nook has also become a favourite place to enjoy a good book. These days it's Marcia Lee Laycock's A Tumbled Stone. I'm hooked. Loved One Smooth Stone and reconnecting with Alex on his quest to track down family in the sequel has me greedy for moments to settle back in that chair under the copper beech.