Rhythms

/Rhythms

The slow death of hurry

I remember the morning, and mornings just like it. Early morning sunlight streamed in the window of the cabin, as the end of my bed started to warm from the first rays of sunlight. Sitting up on the edge of the bed, I hung my feet off the side, letting my feet feel the cool wood floor of the cabin. Shuffling my feet on the ground I made my way to the kitchen of the small cabin, where I put some coffee on, and I stared anxiously as [...]

By | 2018-01-16T15:20:41+00:00 May 30th, 2015|Breathe, discipleship, memories, Minimalism, prayer, Rhythms, Simplicity|0 Comments