Anything Can Happen: Sit. Rest. Listen. Breathe.

the conversation


Your feet are tired of running, your knees sore from bending low, your hips weary from carrying the load.


Your body aches for stillness, your mind for tranquility, your spirit for harmony.


The breeze rustles the first leaves of Spring before it brushes warm against your cheeks. Your friend speaks…

“Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.”      Matthew 11:28-30


Breathe in the rhythm of grace . . . Breathe in rest.


Linda Crawford





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Then Jesus said, “Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.

Matthew 11:28 NLT

I was walking alone among these giants…

A Walk

In a rare, fluid moment of breath, heart, and time…
a single tree spoke.

a tree speaks

The tree a sittree breath

I returned the embrace of the arms that held me.

I rested.

a tree's delight

Feathery light moments passed…then…ever so gently…
a breeze interrupted with a prickly gray mist,
and the tree whispered a nudge.


Heaven retreated.
The tree was voiceless.
My breath breathed of earth, yet…I felt whole, happy, and free.

I’d rested in the arms of home.

And there’s no other place I’d rather be.

© Linda CrawfordLinda Crawford