Here at Siesta Drive I have my island of responsibility. Even here I find it difficult to push off the dock into the quiet river of Living Water for the renewal of my soul stilling of my heart, quieting of my mind floating in Your love awaiting Your instructions and anointing for this day. I want to power up the boat or maybe stay on the island ordering about the mundane resisting the holy and eternal. Forgive me, again, my desiring to be in charge and capable. Take me to a quiet lagoon with jumping fish elusive Great Blue Herons tree branches trialing their leaves at the water’s edge. Anchor me in Your incredible center-down silence wash over me with righteousness grant me the kiss of peace Your faithfulness and steadfast love meeting me in holy embrace of relinquishment to solitude. Only then can I meet the mundane with correct vision Your holy Kingdom first and foremost no matter what my activity might be. So here at Siesta Drive if I will allow it energy and solace I was hoping for at “The River” may ebb and flow, around me, within, overflowing, washing glaring, gaudy colors of importance off the mundane, letting those things fall back into their proper place as incidental like spoons tossed into the silverware drawer.