Rest, as illuminated in scripture, unfolds with a sacred rhythm that beckons us to pause and remember His promises, compelling us to lean into His unwavering provision. It is a powerful, intentional break in the chaos of our daily lives, urging us to reflect deeply on the overflowing blessings we often take for granted. In embracing rest, we carve out sacred space for intimate communion with our Creator, awakening our hearts to His voice and direction. This heartfelt act of resting isn’t merely a pause; it is a transformative gift that ignites our joy and magnifies God’s glory.

Monologue, a short Poem

Old rustic tungsten lighting surrounded by evergreen the forest it whispers silence. A lullaby. I open the shades pitch black only the coffee on the counter rattle as I walk on an uneven real wood flooring of sprue. The sky is wide open the evergreen still as the night cold and frozen the small dripping has ceased, in the cabin. On the streets, the snow packed solid.

This cabin is grey in color with outer walkway-like bridge that invites you in from the back into an enormous wooden frame of coat hanger rustic solid metal holders. Everything here stands still. Time seem to waiver in slow motion undivided attention. Made solid its structure over time that last the cold bitter winter and adjust malleable in warm summer. I believe laughter precede every kind of conversation. A very instructive, un-intrusive, and compelling call to slow down and listen.

My children find comfort close by the fire place as they rejuvenate a spark of conversation about slushy snow dipping boots in a small creak I believe his toes froze solid. Laughter proceeded. Shiver reclaimed the silence we all laugh expose our child-like being. “Silly!” my daughter exclaims.

In the cabin we bring up stories of old. The green contrast to snow and smoke from the chimney make us forget the present. Instead we sip a warm hot coco topped with cream as it so favors the mellow neutral disposition.

The birds they turn their heads in rhythmic motion- still for a moment as I step out in the open. Sunny and bright outside I juxtapose a gesture of one hand in the pocket the other holding a cup of warm hot coco close at bay. ‘I’m friendly. I love your bright red crown. Even you, blue jay, I see you’. ‘Carry on’ they say, tweeting away and I continue to breath the thin air.

Because the forest and the mountain they call me louder in the winter, my innate nature cannot be subdued, this cabin is the closest I can ever be.

Outro:

At night we lay still in the blanket the sincere silence eerily comfortable the reflecting foliage and the remaining soft wind play a dance in the darkened room. I like to keep the shades open. The stars they illuminate the enigma deep blue sky Orion’s belt telescoping inward my eyes they begin to weigh heavy now. I slumber into sleep in my arms I have you. In the cabin we lay silent. You become my dream. This forest is my sanctuary of prayers I must be closer to the heavens. I count the days not. For the mountains it cradle us. As we lay here, in the cabin.

I paused and said another prayer.

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Thank you for the coffee!