My intention was to get to church early for a change. The services have been increasingly crowded making it nearly impossible to get seats together. On this sunny summer afternoon, with nothing on the to-do list, I longed for my quiet time with God in His holy sanctuary.
The kids and I were showered, dressed and ready so early we had time to spare. I stole away to my swinging hammock in the shade and broke open a summer read. Before long the eyelids grew heavy and drowsiness overcame my desire to read but sleep would not be happening so quickly. Suddenly my beautiful bouncy girls, ages 13 and 8, bounded into my peaceful refuge. They snuggled under my arms, each resting a precious mound of hair tenderly upon my shoulders.
The setting could not have been more perfect honestly. A gentle breeze blew over us with butterflies gliding past towards their bush. My little one feared the bees would come near, but they never did, nor flies, mosquitoes or other annoying pests that often disrupt the tranquility of a summer hammock swing. It was simply heavenly, lying there with my two wonderful daughters as they, rather we, fell into a silent slumber, out there in the midst of nature.
The minutes passed and I awoke with a start thinking it was time to pack up and head out for church. But as I glanced at the two angels on my shoulders I thought, this indeed was a holy moment. My thoughts ascended to the open sky above as I contemplated the need to seek a “holier” place in the sanctuary when clearly this was LOVE in the moment. This was Love, and Peace, Trust and Gentleness, all wrapped up in the arms of one lucky mother.
Maybe some mothers out there get to lie down with their teenage daughters in moments of tenderness. Perhaps there home is not adrift with sibling squabbling and fighting. Unfortunately, my kids too often choose bickering over compromise and avoidance over cooperation, so when a special moment of affection arises - it is rare.
My conversation with God at that moment on the hammock was one of gratefulness, but also compassion and understanding. I knew in my heart that this awesome connection with my daughters was one to cherish and revel in. His amazing heart would forgive the missed service (and even provide another opportunity to visit Him just 16 hours later.) My decision to forgo the sacredness of His sanctuary and the communal worship of the congregation, was made. THIS moment in time was to be embraced and used to worship and praise God, in place of ritual and tradition. My home had become, most definitely, A Holy Place, as I whispered grateful words of praise and glory.
May you find God in the holiness of the beautiful sanctuary, but also experience His awesome presence and love in the gifts of butterflies, children, silence, hammocks and more. Embrace every last moment of summer!
“My people will live in peaceful dwelling places, in secure homes,
in undisturbed places of rest,” says the Lord. Isaiah 32:18