Still my heart, hold me close
Let me hear, a still small voice
Let it grow, let it rise
Into a shout, into a cry
I am restless, I'm restless
'Til I rest in You, let me rest in You
And I am restless, so restless
'Til I rest in You, 'til I rest in You,
Oh God, let me rest in You
"Restless" - Audrey Assad
Friday morning began in the dark.
A groggy caravan of creatives, headlamps lighting our way through the heavy fog, arrived on the shores of Lake Louise. Many of us had little to no sleep but I, for one, was more emotionally exhausted than any physical limitations I was feeling.
And this foggy morning, as I fought my own restless spirit, I found myself loving the metaphors in my surroundings - could God have ordered this up, just for me? (This is feeling very reminiscent!) I was immediately drawn to the light on the boathouse that cut through the darkness, calling me out of my own fogginess. It was breathtaking.
The fog continued to roll in and out - utterly delicious. I cathartically made my images as I explored the lakeshore and embraced the dawn of this new day.