The Resting Place


And the appointment was set I was meeting with another real estate agent to see about selling the family compound down south Georgia. The drive down Friday night was long and slept so well the sound of the Crickets, the frogs, and nature. I arrived in time to see the stars. And it’s amazing how many stars that you can actually see it at night, when you get away from the city in the hustle and bustle.

There are millions of stars out there, that you’ve completely forget about when you’re in your own world. And isn’t that the case in life sometimes, we get so busy and our own little world that we forget that there are millions other Little Worlds out there. We get so involved in our drama and our lives that we forget there’s a whole other world out there full of magic.

That’s why I like coming out here in the middle of nowhere, out in the country because it reminds you it reminds you of how small you really are, it reminds you of the cosmos and that there’s more to life than what’s in front of your nose. It reminds you to keep your priorities straight. And as I looked up at the stars I could feel peace  the presence of my parents and all of their love, I could also feel the presence of God.

And then I got the text message that the real estate agent was not able to make it. It was early in the morning when I got the text message and I rolled back over and I went to sleep. And again I slept soundly and I slept late. And when I woke up I remembered how this is always the place that I went always the place that I came to recharge. When life has worn me down I would always come home for my mother’s hugs my father’s voice and the comfortable beds and the sound sleep. And I would come home and rest, and Mom would make sure that she never woke me up, she would always let me wake up on my own because she knew this was the this was the place where I rested. And so it goes, and it doesn’t bother me that I traveled all this way and the real estate agent wasn’t able to make it.

It’s is a beautiful place and I could never be mad at making a trip down, I could never be mad at this beautiful place where I get so much rest. 

  

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