M walks through door late afternoons and some deeper part of me sinks into rest.
in the middle of forgot to turn the dishwasher on moments.
in the middle of i got it right today, look at our home shining and humming with life sorted and life being lived out.
in the middle of i-cannot-take-another-moment-of-someone-needing-something-from-me-i-may-have-hit-the-bottom-of-the-well-and-it-feels-dry.
in the middle of i feel strong and beautiful and moving forward with purpose.
in the middle of i’m not sure i like you right now.
his presence brings me a settling down into peace.
maybe because i believe his promises kept and still ahead.
to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for better for worse—-from this day forth.
our life is filled to brim with all of that.
he walks through the door and i re-believe it all in a cut-in-half second of cheek pressed out for kisses. eyes meeting for quick confirming of him and i.
i believe his promises.
and there is rest.
and HE said, “my presence will go with you, and i will give you rest.” and he said to him, “if your presence will not go with me, do not bring us up from here. for how shall it be known that i have found favor in your sight, i and your people? is it not in your going with us, so that we are distinct, i and your people, from every other people on the face of the earth?”
exodus 33:14-16 (ESV)