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Refreshing the Run

April 6, 2012 by  
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But so many people were coming and going that Jesus and the apostles did not even have a chance to eat. Then Jesus said, “Let’s go to a place where we can be alone and get some rest.” They left in a boat for a place where they could be alone. Mark 6:31-32 (CEV)

It was warm for February and the sun shone brightly as we trooped up Main Street heading for our “haunt” a locally owned coffee shop. It was girl’s day out, as it is so often now-a-days. My daughter, granddaughter, sister and I share an appetite for good coffee and atmosphere, preferably in this old antique building in our little city’s downtown heart. In every block they remain─ these old buildings─ precious gems, in the midst of plastic and concrete.

We have a favorite spot for our rite of swigging caffeine; we enter through weighty aged oak doors partially filled with thick and heavy leaded beveled glass inserts. Due to our usually ruckus nature we pass by the choices of cozy tables and window seats that fill the nooks on either side. We skirt the sofas and coffee tables and head straight for the counter, which is a wooden marvel, a relic salvaged from its former glory in some by-gone bar.

After a giddy time of “selection making” we juggle our mugs, and head for the far reaches of the shop. The old brick walls and pine floor beg us to stay inside, but if it isn’t raining or snowing we trudge on, the sign “Terrarium not open today” hanging on the back door barely swings as we exit through it. The barista forgives us for this disobedience because she knows the untidy state of the patio ─in the off seasons─ bothers us not at all.

So we gather under the lush green or dried brown stems of clinging vines, and treat our eyes to a “touch of the past”. The old brick has followed us here; it’s under foot as well as on the walls that surround us, they are formed by the neighboring buildings that have been here long before my Grandfather’s day. There is a small brick pool behind a low wall that’s guarded by a wrought iron wall hanging, fashioned in as a multitude of fish. A wrought iron stairway leads to an iron balcony that hangs out from the tucked away apartment located above this little Eden.

We grab our chairs and immediately fall under the spell of these enchanted moments, is it from the ambiance of the place, or is it a state of mind we enter into when walled away and shut off from the distractions of the bustling world in time set aside. Even though we’re boisterous it seems as if we’ve walked into a prayer. God is so wise in His way of “giving us our daily bread,” He nourishes every area of our lives. His children’s hearts are enhanced, refreshed and rested as bonds of family love grows even stronger and memories are made, often to be relished in those times when we must look inward rather than outward to find a source of pleasure. It is then; we realize the blessings of the moment have become even more precious as reflections.

The sun moves across the sky in quick order, but time in these enclosed walls seem to flow as slow as molasses, and is as golden and sweet. We, kin in flesh and sisters in spirit, are each an extension of the other and our lives weave around and touch all the angles, planes; the length and breadth of the filled and hollow spaces of our individual reality. So, we enjoy our day with thanksgiving and grateful hearts, for the time of rest and refreshment that Jesus modeled for us. We have added another layer and increased the depth of appreciation of all He means to us, and for each other.

We toss out napkins in the trash can as we traipse through to the front section of the shop and startle the girl making a fresh brew, “Oh. I thought you had long gone!”

“Nope, we’re still here!” But not for long; back to the world we go, rested and refreshed; we pull open the sometimes heavy door.

Happy Sabbath in special celebration of our Lord and Savior this Good Friday!~ JournEzine

As a writer I desire to be providing, provoking, asking, caring, and molding. I want to be interesting, pleasing, learning, and teaching as I reflect Christ with my words. To be all I can be at whatever age I fine myself, through the One who loves me as no other! To spread my wings and try it, come on, fly with me, I’m doing it and I’m loving it!

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