I am fully convinced that sitting in a hammock by a river is one of the most delightful ways to spend an afternoon. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m casually suspended in the air, swaying between two trees, or maybe it’s the quiet of the place around me—but whatever it is, sitting in my hammock teaches me how to be intentional in slowing down and enjoying small things.
2. Handwritten Letters
What happened to the art of letter writing? I have to say I don’t know a single person who doesn’t appreciate a handwritten card or letter. There’s something extra sweet about finding the familiar handwriting of a friend on an envelope wedged in between the bills we have to pay and the coupons we forget to use. This kind of mail is special because we know that the one who sent it was thinking of us, missed us, wanted to send a little something to brighten our day. Whether it’s a quick note on a postcard or a long card on carefully selected stationary, handwritten letters remind me how deeply I am cherished and loved.
3. The moment just before takeoff in an airplane
As much as I appreciate a good road trip, I’ll admit that what I really love is flying. I like the entire experience—checking my bag, finding my gate, boarding the plane, getting settled in my seat, taking off—and it makes me really thankful for the brilliance of the Wright brothers as well as the genius of modern technology. But my favorite part about flying is that moment just before takeoff. The plane starts going down the runway in increasing speed and that’s when you feel it: all the possibility and wonder of your destination bubbling up inside of you and the adventure that lies ahead has just begun.
4. Raspberry Jam
I recently tried raspberry jam for the first time in my whole life and let me tell you, it is incredible. Put it on a piece of toast with breakfast and you can’t go wrong. A smooth shade of rich purple, raspberry jam is the perfect blend of tart and sweet. A lot like life.
We live in a world desperate for answers, one in which societies find different ways to seek the same thing: that which is authentic, that which is factual. But more than that, I think at the core of the human spirit is an appetite for truth, a hunger that is not honestly satisfied with anything less. Jesus came to bring truth to a dying world that would set us free from the strongholds of brokenness and death. And when I don’t completely understand the hows or the whys, I can still rest fully knowing that Truth is a person. Truth has a name. And His face is familiar; His heart is peace.
Michelle Lucio is a twentysomething whose passions include traveling, writing, bringing joy, and sharing the best news of her life with anyone who is willing to listen. She is currently a senior at the University of Central Florida, graduating with a degree in English literature this December. You can find more of her writing here.