Did I find a rope, or lose a horse?

It was one of those really, really crazy days.

Being busy is great.  I love busy.  I really do.  Even if it gets me a little wild-eyed, there’s something wonderful about that adrenaline rush – that urgency that everything must be done all at once.  I like answering questions quickly or finding a creative solution to a very immediate problem.  Even if I don’t act like I like it, I thrive on it.  But this particular day was maybe just a little bit over the top, maybe just a few too many things flying around at the same time.

I needed a quick escape – just a few minutes of quietness.

Heading into the back yard, I was delighted to discover our gardener had put up the hammock.  Perfect!  I stretched out and swayed just a little, allowing myself to be quieted by the warmth and stillness around me.  But just before I dozed off, I felt a little hand curl around one of my fingers.  It was my buddy.  I pulled him up into the hammock with me and pretty quickly he was fast asleep on my chest.

These summer days fly by so fast, I have hardly taken any time to reflect.  Somehow I find myself staring at the end of July, wondering whatever happened to May and June.

I am so thankful God made me stop.  I need to do this more often.

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