Where the Grass Meets The Sky

Hey, Good Morning; it’s Tyler Head

I hope you’ve had a good week.

Mine’s been tough. Much of it, filled with anxiousness around things my mind loves to fixate on, but hey, I am here now; you’re here now - let’s take a deep breath, sip that coffee and settle in, even for a moment.

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I love when the grass meets the sky.

Much like a bear coming out of hibernation, I am making my way into the belief - in an overarching sense, that it is much less about what you do with your life and far more about those with which you do this life.

Recently, in our closest community of friends, we’ve shared some monumental time together.

Literally - markers in people’s lives - that, as they and we look in the rearview mirrors in twenty or so years, a monument of some sort will have been resurrected.

We’ve…..

honored lives passed by simply sitting with - not really knowing quite what to say, but being with nonetheless.

celebrated lives gifted with another year from the great Giver of Life.

rejoiced with, as new lives make their way through the multi-leveled stages of growth we call trimesters.

ridden bikes on the farm roads where the fields are littered with cows and the grass meet the sky.

maneuvered tons of heavy stuff up flights of stairs into a new house that sits on land, much like the sentence describes above.

With all these various markers of life being honored, celebrated, remembered, and mourned, this week, amid my anxiousness, I am reminded of the words from the psalmist David;

These words I’ve wrestled with so deeply for years, but they ring true so very clearly.

Be still and know that I am God. I will be exalted among all the nations; I will be exalted on the earth.

Specifically, the first part of this

Cease striving and know

Step out of traffic, and take a long, loving look at me, your high God

Eliminate movement - both physical and mental…….and honor all that I am; thus, you are and all that you are not.

This week, those simple words have been liberating.

I am unconcerned in this writing with where, how, and or even why you or I have chosen (been chosen) to live this life in the community of others.

Be it in our homes, workplaces, neighborhoods, religious bodies, or any other community for that matter.

What I am concerned with and deeply interested in is how we spend our time with those others.

I have found much life in the face of others; forgiveness, healing, compassion, grace, mercy, pain, joy, humor, sadness, gladness, anger — a vast array of emotions, but most of all, love.

It is in the face of others where I am reminded of the Love that looked at me, looks at me, and continues to look me in the eyes and say, “It’s you I want, exactly where you are, not where you should be.”

So be still and know.

If you’ve heard or been communicated another message, you’ve not heard the whole story and, more often than not - an overcommunicated middle piece - with an under-communicated beginning and an underwhelmingly communicated comma to the greatest love story of all time.

Put that all together: under-communicated beginning + overcommunicated middle + underwhelmingly communicated comma = misshaped views of deep and meaningful relationships.

Nevertheless, in honor of life shared with others; birth, rebirth, death, and the places where the grass meets the sky, please be reminded of this; There is a still, small voice who calls you Beloved, exactly where you are, not where you should be.

Furthermore, in light of how we spend our time with others,

How can you, me (we) as Beloved, communicate the above message in the way that we be with others?

Also, one last question - when you read the above-mentioned sentence from the psalmist, specifically the first part, “Be still and know……”, what does that bring up in you?

I know for me - it directly speaks to that anxiousness I mentioned in the intro; it takes me to a place of peace and sort of reminds me of the type of land where the grass meets the sky.

Talk again soon!

Thanks for being you.

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