Five Minute's Peace
I was riding back from respite with Bethany in the car last night; it was just the two of us. The evening was warm and the car windows were down, the sunroof open and there was soft music playing on the radio. She laid her head on the door padding and simply let the wind blow through her hair.
We had five wonderful miles, that mop of black hair floating in and out of the open window, her gaze – straight forward, her hands neatly folded in her lap.
I’m always amazed at how such a simple moment can hold such beauty, how five quiet miles in a car can hold more promise than a day full of mindless chatter. “Be still and know that I am God”. That Yahweh, he sure knew what he was talking about.