Sunset

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I bet ya’ll thought I stayed at the beach.  I wish I could have stayed longer but life goes on.  On of my favorite times was watching the sunset on the ocean.  There is something to be said for standing next to it and realizing how small you are and how big God is.  It was breath taking and something I will never forget.  To close my eyes and just listen to the waves hitting the shore and knowing they would fall back and come again.  I loved the salt air on my face and the cool breeze amid the heat.  I was reminded that so much of my world is small, not insignificant, but small.  So often I forget to breath and just take in the smallness of my world.  It has been a long while since my hubby and I have gone on a vacation.  The beach has always been a dream of mine and to experience it for myself was wonderful.  I might say there are really no words to describe the feelings of freedom and free spirit joy I felt.  I came back refreshed, refocused, and ready to take on my world.  I smile when I get busy and need to breathe for I remember the beach and the moments when I felt like I hadn’t a care in the world.  Life is full of worry and distraction and things we have to deal with, but it is also filled with God’s whispers, beauty, and breathes upon our face if we slow down and take it all in for a few minutes.  I love our Nebraska sunsets and now I appreciate them more because they remind me of a big God who walks in my very small world and how I adore that.  Take it in my friends no matter where you are!  Any place can be your sanctuary!  Anyone can remember treasures of memories from their heart and smile.  These small moments remind us of God’s love for us, especially when the waves in our life become big.

Blessings,

Tammy

Rest

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Rest!  What comes to your mind when you see that word?  I have thought about it often lately.  In a short time I will be heading back to the classroom to my butterflies.  I thought summer is flying.  Why is everyone in such a race?  We can only accomplish so much in a day and I believe each day needs a bit of rest for our souls, minds, and body.  What that looks like is different for each of us.  For me, it is teatime.  Listening to the kettle hum, waiting for the tea to steep, and then enjoying it, make my world slow down.  I have come to a point recently where I have come to realize I don’t have to try and do it all in a day.  Somethings will just not get done.  Now for this type A personality, that is a big step.  It has taken me a very long time to get to this point.  But in my quiet time with God, He has shown me why I need rest daily.  I find I look forward to those moments with Him, my family, and myself.  I make a list the night before and it is not a whole page long, just the important things for that day.  Sometimes that list is accomplished, sometimes it is partial.  I move the list to the next day.  I stopped fretting about it because it was stressing me out.  I am finding I am going to have work this a bit more when I get back into school.  I have to realize that all papers will not be graded the next day, but I got to spend time with my hubby.  It is a matter of priorities.  I am a work in progress.  But this summer God has really been working on my perfection issues and trying to do all and be all.  I was unhappy.  It came to a head when my sweet mother-in-law went to be with Jesus.  I know there will be days where stress will get me and I may have to hit things a bit harder, but I hope those days will be far and few between.  But I have also learned when I fall into old patterns, there is grace not perfection.  I must give myself grace and realize that God’s mercies are new every morning and it is a fresh start.

My hubby and I are taking a vacation to celebrate 25 years of marriage.  We don’t have an agenda and you know I am excited about that. I wonder what kind of adventure God will lead us into and what treasured memories I will hold dearly in my heart.  No plans, no agenda for this type A planner/perfectionist!  Wow! That is a happy step in my journey.  Don’t worry I will have more to share upon my return.  But for the next week, the blog will be in rest mode.  Please feel free to stop and smell the flowers and have tea.  I left the teapot humming for you.

Blessings,

Tammy

Morning Tea

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I love hot tea and the whole ritual of teatime.  I began that ritual with my grandma when I was eight years old.  I always thought that even in trouble, my grandma seemed to grasp how to slow down, take it in, and treasure a few moments of quiet and stillness.  She once said it was about filling her heart with happiness and joy. I have continued to have tea every day since.  Being a teacher there are a lot of times my tea goes to the classroom with me.  It is my calm before the storm of kiddos that I love with my heart.  But today I got the chance to truly take in tea the way it is meant to be taken in.  It begins with a teapot filled with cleaned water, my favorite cup, and of course my favorite tea.  As I wait for the teapot to whistle its song, I am just being still.  It is really amazing what you hear when it is quiet.  The birds sang me a symphony this morning and that made me smile.  The beautiful sun brought warmth and brightness.  It was so beautiful.  Then came my favorite song that is like music to my ears…the teapot.  I am old fashioned.  I still love the idea of putting the teapot on the stove.  Yes I know they have those wonderful Kerigs but I am here to tell you they don’t make tea the way it is meant to be made.  I pour my tea and wait for it to steep.  Teatime is meant to make us slow down.  It is not a hurried process.  As I thought about that this morning, I realized how at peace I felt and not so scattered to begin my day.  Life is not meant to be run at roller coaster speed all the time.  Our souls need some time to just be, to open up, and bloom.  At least mine does.  As my tea was done, I drank it slowly and tuned into God’s fingerprints all over the world around me.  I smiled.  It was going to be a beautiful day.

Blessings my friends,

Tammy