The humid early evening air clung to my sticky skin. I had just reminded the oldest boy for the umpteenth time to stay on track with his jobs that should have been finished an hour ago. The youngest had been sent to his room to play – in the hope of there being one less distraction for his brother.
I just needed to escape. To sit and focus on breathing. Sometimes my chest aches with the need. This was one such time. My mind was as messy as the room around me. Barely holding it together emotionally. I reached for the laptop. To see how other’s lives were. To take a brief holiday from my own. Desire for distraction went deep.
And then I saw it. In all its glory. The moon peeking in at me. It was stunning. Hiding behind a thin veil of clouds. Big and round and still. I went outside to get a better view.
In the midst of the mayhem I stood in wonder. Soaking in the quiet beauty.
'He restores my soul...' Psalm 23:3a
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