To dwell, to remain for a time, to live as a resident-to exist, abide, stick around, tarry. I like to dwell in various places and states of mind. I like to dwell in the plains and on mountain trails or on the beach with the sound of the waves and I like to dwell in the Lord. I delight in the beauty and grace of the land and I try not to hurry through it because I have somewhere more important to be or a job that doesn’t really need to be rushed but it is anyway.

Saturday morning was so incredibly beautiful and the frost on the barn roof grabbed my attention and I remained for time, just taking it in. We spent the morning adding insulators to one of the small pastures we rent so that this spring we’ll feel more secure with our heifers abiding there, and not so much time worrying over the neighboring bulls. The winds were still for once, and we did our assigned tasks in pleasant camaraderie.

I stopped every now and then just to look around and dwell in the incredible work of our Creator. He who made the vast plains and who also crafted each little wildflower along the mountain streams. I want that my heart should tarry in those still peaceful moments as I head into the week at school and with students how haven’t found those moments and maybe a bit of my own sense of peace will eek out and around them.