The ceiling fan is whirring, kitten calm and purring. Sounds from down the hall tell me my husband is stirring.
I’ve just been reading about hope and twirling my feet in circles, a quiet quirky habit.
Stopping by a friend’s home last week, she mentioned her husband’s in the bedroom watching the news. I stopped myself before saying, “Tell him to stop watching the news.”
Seconds later he came down the hallway, disheveled and dazed. I thought, “See, told ya so.”
Maybe he was actually napping, lulled into drowsiness by the incessant woeful, panicked argumentative banter.
How, I can’t imagine.
“Return, O my soul, to your rest; for the Lord has dealt bountifully with you.”
Psalm 116:7 ESV
Because there’s a stirring up all around us, a critical chatter and a dull humming dread.
It’s a choice to decide on different.
To know our souls must rest.
“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.”
Romans 15:13 ESV
I hope you rest today, tomorrow and the next.
I hope you care for your soul.
Linking up with other writers, prompted by the word “stir”.