Being. And being still.

We spent some wonderful family time a couple of weekends ago close to the water. So close to the water it felt like I could reach right outside my window and touch it. Glorious, sunny days filled with splashing and tromping and climbing and laughing and eating and hugging and fishing and getting-dirty-without-caring.

And then just sitting down and drinking it all in. It was so refreshing to sit in the wee small hours of the morning, drinking from steaming mugs of coffee, and enjoying the quiet while waiting for the sun to come up.

While we were looking out on the beautiful views through our glass-walled house, we also spent time looking in. And just being. Specifically, being still and knowing that God is God.