Where did the leaves go?
I
have not blogged for a month. Moving and
relocating plays havoc with my writing discipline. Since I have had guest for the last two
weeks, I have been busy entertaining and painting with my sister.
Yes,
I still have piles of boxes in the garage, but the piles are lower and fill
less space. I have had to practice being in the "now". Early in the morning, I think I need to pray,
clean, wash, walk Dobie, check on ill relatives, and unpack more boxes. Then ,
I realize I must scurry to the grocery, get some treats for the girls, plan
dinner, and come home to those boxes.
Then, a neighbor calls and asks if I would like to walk with her. Another neighbor asks me to come in for a little visit. I return and still try not to think of the
boxes. As I look around my little house,
the cupboards and shelves and closets are full.
How will I find places for the boxes?
Next,
sparkly blue eyes are at my door smiling and giving hugs. They run to my art room, their playroom, and
ask for cookies and milk. Baby dolls and
fairies are now my priorities. Den peeps
in the door and asks, “What’s for dinner?”
Oops, I forgot dinner plans. The
phone rings and it is my sweet daughter-in-law asking us to come for dinner.
Yep,
the priorities seem to be walking and playing.
I do make time for conversations with God and praying for my friends and
family and reading the Word. But, the rest of the day is like
a whirlwind of surprises. I guess I need
my disciplined Muncie friends to help organize my day. (Lisa and Shauna) However, these days sure are fun just like
they are because I know that God has healed Den’s cancer. On nice days, we sit on our front porch
and talk of our sons’ visits, family vacations, and our future time to read and bask in
the sun, and how grateful we are for God's intervention.
Will
those boxes get unpacked? Why, yes, in
due time. If they don’t the Salvation
Army store is six blocks away. Lots of
blessings in those boxes! So, in the
meantime, I will be off with Denny on errands and visiting his mom. I bet the boxes will still be there when we
return.
I came here from Facebook. I'm glad to see your blogging face. I can't believe that you still had boxes to unpack with all the paring down you did. I agree, the boxes will get unpacked in due time, God's time, perhaps. You are living in the now, and that's what is important.
ReplyDeleteTake care in New Orleans, that was Charles' and my favorite city. But after he died, I was meant to be here in Muncie.
BTW, there is a simpler way to monitor comments other than the capcha. I just have it on my site that comments won't be published till I read and publish them. I love you, but I won't be commenting again, it's too hard for me to read these words and numbers.