Be with me.

"That thing that you're feeling - that constant alarm clock in your spirit, this anxious never-fully-at-rest state - is because you're sweating it out to grow peace from the trees of your circumstances.

These trees are alluring and make it look like you have some sort of harvest, but none of these are me. None of these are reliable, even though they may look the part from time to time."

We kept walking down the beautifully green lines,
the grass short and swishing with our steps.

"Peace is something that grows out of being with me.
Circumstances will change, shift gears, tumble and crack. They're fickle and inconsistent. 
So, you can go up and down these rows as long as you want, day and night, but you'll never get what you're really after."

I stopped.
I had put so much into these trees.
"But, why?" I asked.

"Peace isn't a result of work.
Peace is a relational byproduct.
You can't get it on your own. 
It comes from me."

He put His arm around my shoulder.

"So be with me, D. 
Be with me."

We kept walking down the beautifully green lines,
the grass short and swishing with our steps.