Time To Go

If life had a pause button, I would sit outside and breath in the sweet smells of falling leaves, and falling tears, and passing years...and I would speak to God of blessings and burdens and fears. I would press into my Father's heart till the beat of love and perfection filled every empty place of soul; a rhythm that would right every thought...and I would linger. 

Abiding there for a time is good, but how easy to long for that pause, like an idol. The ease of sitting; an idleness that seems part of the inheritance, but turns to counterfeit rest. So we must always go, He and I, from this quiet place. For there are works and words ordained for this day. His thoughts in my mind. His finger on play.