Meeting at the Olive Tree

 Underneath the olive trees. That's where my sister and I enjoyed talking and sharing about all things creative and inspiration. How we desperately need something to call our own, to be challenged by but most especially to gain energy and inspiration- (a life force) from. 

Those beautiful olive trees reminded me deeply of Jesus speaking to me, of finding me underneath the olive trees on that beautiful afternoon sunlight part of the day, before dusk and the chilly air entered into the scene. Jesus found me just like he always does- but this time I could imagine even better. That inspiration helped, and the beauty and newness of the area. The lights on the trees brightly shining before it became darker, and the dark green earthiness of the leaves. I could relax. 

Jesus found me, like I said when I could be present to my sister, to dear baby Araceli, and I could just take in the scene and the surroundings. I was somewhere else physically but also mentally- no longer trapped with debilitating anxiety or short breaths. I could envision Jesus extending his hand and inviting me to trust him more, and easier to do so underneath the lovely olive trees. But is it only possible when the atmosphere is majestic, soft and inspiring? 

He knows everything and allows for time to become still. For my dear sister and I to chat, to enter into the moment and take the breath-taking beauty in with minor distractions and just that peace that flooded the near spring air.