My 10-year old learned this trick on a trip to Florida some years back. When the temperature hits 70 degrees, the refresher makes an appearance. It is both beverage and mister and it’s appearance officially launches our summer.
All summer, we can never tell if Ava Joy is really sweaty or really misty. She parked the refresher on the counter waiting for the next fill up.
If only refreshment was coming that easy these days. We are lacking in refreshment, we are long in frustration. Frustration that doesn’t end in a squirt of a bottle or even a simple prayer.
The long of this virus is daunting, the short is obscure. We cannot look around and find refreshment, we have to look up. In looking up we lay down.
We lay down the unknown and uncharted. We lay down the control and the confusion. We pick up similar circumstances, with refreshed perspective.
Perhaps it is not our time to know or understand. Perhaps it is our time to live slow. Live careful yes but be carelessly loose with smiles and words of encouragement and faith.
He is still in control. He is still asking us to rest. And He was and is forever the refreshment for our weary hearts.
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