Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

Here is how we restore rest. We sit on balconies over looking oceans the colors of the sky. We dance to the glorious rhythms they play with palm trees that rustle in the air. We choose the serenity and grace from moments when skies turn gray. Remembering there is always chaos to conquer. Noise too that lingers in the air gently, as if pregnant for tomorrow. Still we love this mood, these rhythms that oceans and trees play, for all they do to transform time into moments unforgettable.

I’m on a REST ministry these days. Preaching all the ways to rest.