This past Sunday morning, I had some time to sit on the dock at the cottage and be still.
Truly, a taste of heaven.
Just what my soul needed.
Mornings are my favourite time of day at the cottage.
The fresh air. The quietness. The constant, soothing sound of tiny waves gently touching the shore over and over again. Time to breathe deeply. The smell of freshly brewed coffee. Vast blue endless sky. The warmth of the morning sun on my skin. Call of the loons. Feeling small, knowing God is big.
Be still and know that I am God. Psalm 46:10
I want to seek out more of these quiet moments this summer. Hope you can too.
