I Watch

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It’s one of my favorite places.

The little town borders a quiet lake that often reflects the sunset in vibrant splendor.

When I am near the water, I am compelled to look out over its surface, whether it is across the vast expanse of the ocean or the relatively short distance across a lake.

I am looking—but for what?

I am always expectant, I believe, for something beautiful.

Beautiful and meaningful.

My eyes are fixed with bridled excitement at the possibilities of what my gaze should fall upon.

Glorious hues of golden sun rays on cotton ball clouds.

Sea birds gliding effortlessly on a gentle wind.

Sailboats traveling with calm serenity across the horizon.

Something good is always there.

The prophet Micah wrote these words:

But as for me, I watch in hope for the Lord,
    I wait for God my Savior;
    my God will hear me.

—Micah 7:7

Do our hearts watch, day and night, in hope for the Lord?

Watching and hoping, but for what?

Are we expectant for something beautiful?

Beautiful and meaningful?

Are our minds fixed with excitement at the possibilities of what we might see?

No matter what is going on in our lives, we can watch in hope for the Lord.

He is our God.

He is our Savior.

He will hear us.

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But as for me, I watch in hope for the Lord,
    I wait for God my Savior;
    my God will hear me.

—Micah 7:7

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I watch

Be Still

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Friday night, some of my friends wanted to go out to see a movie.

I didn’t want to go.

There was this compelling idea of staying home and being less busy.

Maybe even quiet.

Yesterday and today, there was a nearby nature festival with a lot of photo opportunities and things to learn.

A friend invited me.

I decided not to go.

Instead, I quietly trimmed limbs from the trees in my yard.

Not talking to anyone.

Sometimes praying.

Sometimes singing.

Trying to listen for what God might be telling me.

After church this morning, I looked forward to coming home with more time to be quiet and thoughtful.

Sitting in a chair, writing some things down as I pondered, I saw a butterfly through the window fluttering around a blooming bush outside.

I am thankful for the past two days.

Intentionally slower days.

Decidedly quieter days.

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be still