Waiting for the perfect moment

Last week I was on vacation, and sadly, this was not my view.

For the past two years, Drew and I have spent a week in north Georgia, in a beautiful, secluded mountaintop cabin. I spent all week lounging on the huge back porch, staring out at this view.

The cabin went up for sale, and the new owners must not be renting the cabin. Our beautiful mountain getaway was no longer available.

We could have found another cabin. There's hundreds of them up there. Instead, we decided to be cheap, and stay home. We have tons of home projects that never seem to get done, so we did the staycation.

It was a great week. It was nice not to have to be anywhere or get up at a certain time. But I confess, I longed for my mountain view. I waited all year to relax on that balcony.

I made the most of it, enjoying the front porch in my quiet neighborhood, watching the birds. And it was great. I realized that I don't need to wait for a special location to stop, take a deep breath, and refresh. There is beauty everywhere, even in my humble front yard.

In the same way, I don't need to wait until Sunday morning to worship. I shouldn't. I need to carve out time throughout the week, finding those quiet little moments that will refresh my soul and bring me closer to God. I confess that I'm not very good at that. Come Sunday, I expect to be magically filled and get offended when I'm not.

My goal is to find time and places in my everyday life to tell God how much I love Him.