Life gets busy, new becomes old, our direction and focus change. What's really amazing about life and it's twists and turns, are the way opportunity, time and chance bring us full circle. I haven't written in this blog for more than 4 years. 3 more amazing grandchildren have been born, each as important as the first who I obviously gushed over in previous posts, and another due in December.
both my parents now reside in heaven , I have had a significant career change (for the better), after a very difficult time, with an even more difficult person who helped me get out of my comfort zone and move up and on! I have been blessed to be on many vacations with family, I have watched a new church birth into an amazing life center, I have cultivated several new friendships and even seen another women's group not only get started, but begin an amazing path of sharing and bonding. Yet for some unknown reason, none of these significant life events, and all the intricate details that are certainly worthy of being captured here, none have caused me to come back here until today.
I just came through a beautiful, messy time in which my adult son and his wife came to live with me, in order to speed up their dream of a lifetime, which was fulfilled yesterday in the purchase of an 8 acre farm of their dreams. Eventful as it was, that cannot boast as the reason to again write.
So here it is:
As my 6yr and 3 yr old granddaughters sleep in my bed, for my "Got my house back, All by my own party" (only discerned by prior private jokes never afore here mentioned), I am actually able to get up and enjoy unfettered quiet time! I have longed for this day for months! Never did I imagine I would be brought to this place to capture it in words! I imagined, grateful prayer time, check! I imagined finding some, obscure, meaningful scripture, check! Possibly even beginning to journal again.... But Blogging? Never. Crossed. My. Mind.
So as Zechariah has warned us in 10:4 not to despise the day of small things, because through the tiny task of holding the plumb line, Zarubbabel built a wall...somehow by striking the letters of the keyboard this morning, God is creating a contrast that I do not yet understand, but somehow know as clear as day it is him who has brought me here. In fact it has always been him that brings me here. I hope soon the meaning unfolds, until then I will simply, honestly and faithfully, maybe not daily, but faithfully come here and share at his leading! https://youtu.be/Rrx1wqBD9Go
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