I was walking down the sidewalk, my head in overdrive with things to be accomplished within the next few hours and days. I hate when I get like that. All tense and only semi-conscious to the world around me.
I looked to see who had yelled, and a middle-aged African American guy waved from across the street.
"Yo sure are pretty!" His smile took up half his face, and he kept bobbing his head respectfully.
I waved my thanks and walked on, smiling and relaxed.
And I remembered the words God had dropped into my thoughts earlier: "in quietness and in confidence shall be your strength" (Isaiah 30:15).
Beauty. Quietness. Confidence. Strength.
They're linked, somehow.
Linked, and the result of finding deep rest in God.
Trusting that He sees.
And He is capable.