Camping and Rest

Last night, we finally rolled onto a campground in Illinois to set up our tent, cook hotdogs, play the guitar and sit around a fire.  My heart had been pretty heavy all of yesterday and getting to camp was exactly what I needed.  It made me laugh because last time my mother and I went camping was over 6 years ago and I didn't like it very much, but this time was different.  The creation around me brought my heart into a place of rest, which I am very grateful for.  This week has been full of goodbyes and changes.  I'm learning to trust in a way I could have never prepared my heart for.  And I will rejoice even through times of change.