A Quiet spot...

I needed some quiet.

It's wierd that you don't know you need it till it comes.

And then, it washes over you and you can....breathe.

I've really longed to hear God lately.

He's seemed too quiet.

I prayed off and on for the distance to shorten between us.

And in walks this chair.

I was making coffee (eight 0'clock columbian my new and cheap fave)

and noticed a flurry of cars just past the cul-de-sac.

I HATE garage sales.

But I know the lady who was doing this one and she is a CLEAN freak.

I mostly hate garage sales because of a small issue with germs.

(some of you recall a couch someone took from the side of the road that was infested with lice.)

Anyway, I thought as I grabbed my checkbook and ran out the door how silly it was to walk in with checks. I never buy things at garage sales!

And then I saw it.

Beth had a rocker like this from Sams and I recall going back SEVERAl times to try to get one.

I love upholstered rocking chairs.

This one:

~perfect condition

~pottery barn

~rocked only babies in and then hardly ever sat it

~neutral

~slip-coverable

~most importantly: REALLY COMFY and only FIFTY BUCKS.

I pulled out my checkbook, wrote the check and this warm spring morning have sat quietly in it listening to birds, feeling the breeze, reading, drinking from my FAVE mug bought at a newly rediscovered awesome store called Anthropologie.

And as always, my favorite quiet partner by my side.

Yesterday was one of those wierd days that make you want to crawl under a rock and never again have to face people and the world.

But today, my chair, my dog, my mug, God's breeze, and His spirit quietly refreshed me.

Here's to non-lice-infested-50 buck-garage-sale-serenity.....