Day 17
"In everything give thanks for this is the will of God . . ."
"In everything give thanks for this is the will of God . . ."
An old poet has said--it was either Longfellow or Lowell talking about Longfellow (maybe both?)--"Simplicity carried to extremes is elegance." Today, the Lord gave me another elegant day. Rose early to a sky streaked with pinks. A slow walk--redundant, I know--revealed a bird feeder knocked to the ground, the calico cat roaming The Acres, the new bed that I built yesterday untouched by the varmints of The Acres. A calming, serene traverse of The Acres.
Had to leave The Acres for a short while--grocery store trip in preparation for Duck Day. Threw bird seed on the ground as I left knowing the show would begin before I returned. Read the paper as I had a little breakfast--fake waffles. Cat lapped, of course. No reading anything without making room for comments in Catonese--and some purring. She loves to watch our feathered friends as well. And she occasionally exerts her influence by going to the doorwindow and showing her face so the friends will take off. Such power!!
Just sat and watched awhile--God's creation going about its business. Read a bit of poetry. Read some more of Technopoly by Postman.
Then, it was off to "work." The day was warm--at least until three or four. Still never cold cold. Re-did two more beds. I love that the Lord has left me with at least a little strength for manual labor--to make war with the curse. Tomorrow, He'll have to give me enough to redo three more beds. One of the beds today I turned into a yellow bed. Yellow dwarf iris, yellow hyacinth, yellow/gold crocus, and the grape hyacinth that have a touch of yellow in them. Of course, when you move things around, you're not perfectly sure that you moved the right things. But I can live with the expectation of a year of yellow. Those dwarf iris even re-bloom in the fall. Will be lovely! The second bed is just a mixture of whatever I could dig up elsewhere. Going to be a year of surprise, surprise, surprise The gift of manual labor is such a marvelous thing. Oh, I"ll be sore. Arthur will complain a bit. But work is such a refreshing thing--such a beautiful gift.
Now it's time for the evening "ritual." I will read a Psalm, meditate on it for awhile, and then off to sleep. I have found that a Psalm before rest is a lovely thing. I believe the Spirit immerses my mind and soul with it throughout the nighttime. If I wake before morning and I always do a couple times, the Psalm is immediately in my thoughts. And in the morning it is still there refreshing my heart and mind.
A spectacular day? Hardly. Breakfast, walking, bird watching, lecture in Catonese, reading, sitting silently and observing the sparrows that He has His eyes on, physical labor outside, a Psalm, and a night of rest. Thank you, Lord, for the gift of simple living in a world saturated with Your Presence. "This is the day that the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad in it."
Had to leave The Acres for a short while--grocery store trip in preparation for Duck Day. Threw bird seed on the ground as I left knowing the show would begin before I returned. Read the paper as I had a little breakfast--fake waffles. Cat lapped, of course. No reading anything without making room for comments in Catonese--and some purring. She loves to watch our feathered friends as well. And she occasionally exerts her influence by going to the doorwindow and showing her face so the friends will take off. Such power!!
Just sat and watched awhile--God's creation going about its business. Read a bit of poetry. Read some more of Technopoly by Postman.
Then, it was off to "work." The day was warm--at least until three or four. Still never cold cold. Re-did two more beds. I love that the Lord has left me with at least a little strength for manual labor--to make war with the curse. Tomorrow, He'll have to give me enough to redo three more beds. One of the beds today I turned into a yellow bed. Yellow dwarf iris, yellow hyacinth, yellow/gold crocus, and the grape hyacinth that have a touch of yellow in them. Of course, when you move things around, you're not perfectly sure that you moved the right things. But I can live with the expectation of a year of yellow. Those dwarf iris even re-bloom in the fall. Will be lovely! The second bed is just a mixture of whatever I could dig up elsewhere. Going to be a year of surprise, surprise, surprise The gift of manual labor is such a marvelous thing. Oh, I"ll be sore. Arthur will complain a bit. But work is such a refreshing thing--such a beautiful gift.
Now it's time for the evening "ritual." I will read a Psalm, meditate on it for awhile, and then off to sleep. I have found that a Psalm before rest is a lovely thing. I believe the Spirit immerses my mind and soul with it throughout the nighttime. If I wake before morning and I always do a couple times, the Psalm is immediately in my thoughts. And in the morning it is still there refreshing my heart and mind.
A spectacular day? Hardly. Breakfast, walking, bird watching, lecture in Catonese, reading, sitting silently and observing the sparrows that He has His eyes on, physical labor outside, a Psalm, and a night of rest. Thank you, Lord, for the gift of simple living in a world saturated with Your Presence. "This is the day that the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad in it."
I did.
No comments:
Post a Comment