I know. It’s winter, it’s cold and a lot of us have snow. Some of us have a LOT of snow. With more in the forecast. Since I love snow, I am ok with all of this.
So yes, I know this post is from the end of last summer.
You may have noticed this site has been very quiet. If you need an update on “where “ I have been, read “My Story” update, especially the third paragraph (if you have read it before.) If this is your first time here, it will be helpful for you to read all of it.)
It has been difficult to focus as I have struggled to adjust to the unexpected and all the implications that have come along with it. It has been hard to sense God’s presence many of these days. I know what it is to feel his presence and it has been hard. I have continued to journal, but “writing” creatively was difficult and most of the time impossible. Somehow, over the past nine months we have found a sort of routine between the two of us as we care for my dad, although it certainly isn’t the routine I had expected. The last couple weeks I feel like the clouds have parted and I can see the stars again. ( a future post). I know there will be more clouds but for now I am thankful for the view.
And decided to take a look at this blog.
There I discovered several drafts that never saw the light of day and it seems like a good place to start again. (This one is from the end of the summer) I hope to write more here while I can still see the stars.
(end of August, 2013)
When you come to a place often, you notice things – like grass for instance:
The grass across the lake is green.
Of course it’s green.
It’s a golf course
watered every day.
But the rains have stopped
And where the grass is not watered
the only green grass remaining
is along the edge of the lake.
As I look back at last summer’s post after a particularly dry period,
as dry as it was, there was a bit o’green – right along the edge.
I see it happening again this summer, although thankfully the water level isn’t as low this year.
And then the rains came this weekend.
All of the grass is green again.
The “safest” place for grass is
close to the edge . . .
where it can weather the drought.
A reminder that I too, must stay close to my
source of life.
Grass cannot choose
where it grows.
I, however, can
Staying close to my source of lifee:
For me that most often means;
Spending time in meditation on scripture, God’s words to me.
Spending time in the beauty of His Creation,
where I most easily hear his words of love.
Listening to music
created by gifted musicians . . .
with words that break through
the fear and doubt.
Setting my iTunes to ‘random’
I like to think it’s God’s Playlist
created just for me.
And when doubts and fears drown out his voice?
Sometimes the words of my friends are God to me.
Often though, it is not what they say.
It’s the presence they offer.
And when the clouds obscure the stars
it’s knowing he is OK with my doubts
secure in the knowlege he still loves me.
until the stars are in view again.
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Blessed is the one . . .whose delight is in the law of the Lord . . . (He) is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whos leaf does not wither. Psalm 1:1-3
How do you stay close to the ”Source of Life”?
Feel free to share it here.
Maybe your words will encourage others who come here.
Perhaps what helps you will help others.