Rest and Relaxation

We have spent the last week camping with family in the Kootenays in British Columbia. Last year I longed for that scheduled week away, but as you recall, I was in the throes of my cancer battle. This year, as I watched the sun rise over the lake, and listened to the crows squawking their “good mornings” around the campsite, my eyes glistened with joyful tears. I gave thanks to my Heavenly Father for allowing me this precious time.

I bowed my head, and allowed myself to just bask in the warmth of the sun, and let the sounds around me act as a hymn of praise. Nature’s worship band filling my senses. The campsite was awakening around me, but I was only aware of being enveloped in the Father’s Arms, a gentle reminder of how He brought me through such a challenge last year, and now I was reaping the benefits this year.

I have been counting my blessings this year. Despite COVID, 2020 has had more than its share of precious memories. It’s easy to focus on the negatives, and allow the world’s plight to discourage and depress, but after my cancer battle, everything needs to be put in proper perspective. Truly there is so much more to be experienced and appreciated this year, and I intend to live each day in that discovery mode.

I hear the voice of my oldest grandson call, “Grandma!” His sister is trailing after him as he runs across the campsite to plop into a camp chair beside me. My early birds, they are ready for the day’s activities of swimming, eating, and adventuring until the sun goes down. I don’t have their energy, but I give them my undivided attention as they list their morning plans. Their idea of “rest and relaxation” differs greatly from mine! Soon, they scurry off to the playground, and their laughter drowns out nature’s praise chorus. It’s okay. Theirs is a different song I listen to and thank God for.

My husband emerges from our trailer, sleepy-eyed and yawning. “Did I just hear the kids? They’re up early.” I smile. Soon, our children and grandchildren will gather at our site, wanting him to make pancakes, and he’s not quite ready to start his day yet.

We sit together in silence, holding hands. We luxuriate in a few minutes of peace together before the rest of our family arrives. All is well, and we are content.

Psalm 116 comes to mind. I read that beautiful Psalm countless times during my cancer battle, and now the words impact me with special relevance.

Return to your rest, my soul, for the Lord has been good to you.Psalm 116:7


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