Last week Amanda and I took the kid and the dogs for a little hike. It was a picturesque jaunt along a large creek, brushed with waterfalls and the glisten of moving water.
The dogs…they had no time for sightseeing. They were on a mission to get from point A to well…anywhere. Amanda complained that she can’t take in the view because the dogs were pulling her along.
It’s hard to take in beauty on the move.
There seems to be an inherent connection between ‘pause’ and ‘awe’. Could our single most inhibitor of worship to God be our lack of ability to stop and take a true Sabbath every once in a while?