The world is too much with us; we are afflicted with the idea that we are doing nothing unless we are fussily running to and fro; we do not believe in "the calm retreat, the silent shade."
As a people, we are of a very practical turn of mind; "we believe," as someone has said, "in having all our irons in the fire, and consider the time not spent between the anvil and the fire as lost, or much the same as lost."
Yet no time is more profitably spent than that which is set apart for quiet musing, for talking with GOD, for looking up to Heaven.
We cannot have too many of these open spaces in life, hours in which the soul is left accessible to any sweet thought or influence it may please GOD to send.
Reverie, it has been said, "is the Sunday of the mind." Let us often in these days give our mind a "Sunday," in which it will do no manner of work but simply lie still, and look upward, and spread itself out before the LORD like Gideon's fleece, to be soaked and moistened with the dews of Heaven.
Let there be intervals when we shall do nothing, think nothing, plan nothing, but just lay ourselves on the green lap of nature and "rest awhile."
Time so spent is not lost time. The fisherman cannot be said to be losing time when he is mending his nets, nor the mower when he takes a few minutes to sharpen his scythe at the top of the ridge.
City men cannot do better than follow the example of Isaac, and, as often as they can, get away from the fret and fever of life into fields.
Wearied with the heat and din, the noise and bustle, communion with nature is very grateful; it will have a calming, healing influence.
A walk through the fields, a saunter by the seashore or across the daisy-sprinkled meadows, will purge your life from sordidness, and make the heart beat with new joy and hope.
The little cares that fretted me, I lost them yesterday. . .Out in the fields with GOD.
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