I often write about resting. The rest I’m referring to is more than naps and even more than not doing anything. It is an inner sense of trust in something bigger than ourselves. It’s an experience of being carried, enveloped in love, guided…the real sense that we are not alone.
It’s not that we don’t do anything when we are truly resting; actually, many times, a lot more seems to get done. When we are truly resting, the doing is done through us; we become the beholder of what is being done rather than the doer, and it is glorious!
Just as I was about to post this, a beautiful bouquet of flowers was delivered. A mix of white, green, and a touch of pale pink. My favorite! The card read, “Love, Pucci,” but I suspect he didn’t send them. I’m quick like that. Thanks honey pie!
Princess Sassy Pants & Co.™ 
Thank you so much for this post. I sometimes feel very guilty for not doing anything. I have lupus and hypoimmoglob
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I pray that you have a good Mother’s Day Weekend!I don’t know if you have children but l know that you have Pucci and he is your Furbaby. I don’t have children but l have my little Furbabies. 🙏🏻🐶
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Good morning
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