Experiencing Whispers of Rest

I gazed out of the window watching the trees blow in the wind realizing the mundane experience of getting an oil change had given me a breath of fresh air. It was the first time in as long as I could remember that I had just stopped, just waited, just enjoyed.

I had given our daughter my phone so she could watch a movie during our possible two hours wait, so I wasn’t scrolling, answering or checking.

We were stuck as we waited for the work to be done and the view faced a line of trees dancin...