On the far end of the sky the faint clouds, barely perceptible, sit in alignment over the tops of the houses. A small black bird flies off in their direction, swaying and moving at a Sunday pace.  As if sitting on the sidelines, the pale white clouds seem spectators to the bright blue summer morning.  We, at times, live on the outskirts of life, sitting back watching, feeling less noticed or essential; yet we may be unknowingly providing a destination of rest for others.

What would it take to be more alive in an area of your life?  What unexpected benefits are coming from being on the sidelines?