I have always written the posts on this blog as I would for a magazine, or a devotional book. It seems that most people like to read short, personal posts that only take a minute or two to read. Trying to appeal to more and more people, I am trying to write more of these interspersed with continued longer posts. I love to write and I always figured most people did not want to read about what I did on a day to day basis. I mean, who wants to hear that I did five loads of laundry, ironed seven shirts and assorted clothes, swept the upstairs, went to Wal-Mart twice because I forgot something that I needed for dinner, took Bekah to school and picked her up in the afternoon, cooked dinner, unpacked five boxes of books, etc, etc.. What is exciting about that? It is probably exactly what you did, or something like that.
In light of that explanation I will say what was on my mind this morning as I was walking at the Darrell Almond Park in Norwood. The longer that we are here living at the lake house, the more I love it. For the first time since I was married (26 years ago) I have not had a job, had or nursed a baby, and have the least amount of responsibility in my entire adult life. My oldest child is married, and the next two are in college away from home, I do not have a job, and live an hour away from the area that my husband is planting a church. I have been having a ball! I have been exercising 1 1/2 hours a day, reading books that I want to not have to, listening to talk radio everyday while I iron, do laundry, and other chores, painting, getting ready to sew a dog bed for Dallas, completely cleaned out the basement for company, put up a hammock off the basement back porch, and visited bookstores when I want to. I think the problem is that I am getting very used to it. I also am feeling guilty about it. For so many years through homeschooling, teaching, etc.. etc... I have been on the run, flying by the seat of my pants, always being behind, and now I do not know how to act. I just know that I like it. Next week I am going to go visit Margaret on her birthday at school, and I can. I have a feeling that I just need to be very, very grateful to the Lord for this time.....because it may be fleeting.
Studying everyday and waiting for the Bridegroom.....Lynn
4 comments:
God is great! It's no surprise to me that God is giving you this time to learn to relax. I believe there is nothing He desires more from you right now.
Love,
Tall Son
P.S. Now that you have the hammock hanging, go lay in it.
Hey Lynn,
I miss you. Of course, we are interested in the little details of your life. Isn't that what we chat about when we are in each others presence? Think of it this way, I don't always have time to sit down and read an article, but I always have time for a chat with a friend! That is not to say that I am not interested in your deep thoughts. I am. But I can't get in that deep when I am SUPPOSED TO BE WORKING ;-P
Enjoy your time. You have worked hard and deserve the gift. Besides, I am struggling with covetousness right now!
Hugs.
mom you are slacking on the blog writing here!
Lynn,
It was a joy to meet you this morning. And I love reading your blog. You are a wonderful writer! I so relate to what you wrote in the previous entry. Like you I'm the introvert in the family, while my husband is the extrovert and I'm learning to honor and appreciate the way God made me. But it's hard sometimes as this world often seems geared toward the extrovert. I look forward to spending some quiet moments reading some of your earlier entries. I'll be praying for you and your family during this period of transition. I can only imagine that it's exciting and a little scary. Thanks so much for taking the time to be with us at NorthCross today.
As promised, here's a poem for you. I hope it speaks to where you are in your life right now. I wrote it this summer during a writing retreat with friends at the beach. My mother had passed away about six months earlier. I'd gone through a long period of grieving (and caretaking)and this was the first time I'd been away (overnight) from my husband and daughter in a long time and my sense of being alive in the world was rekindled.
Animal Care
for Bleu
To utter the word, walk,
and see the tips of ears lift,
the furred eyebrows raise,
to open the door
and hear the tread of paw
and click of nail on the steps,
to see the sway of back and haunch
yearning towards the earth, to feel
the dew on sandaled toes
as you follow nose and tail
exploring every clump of grass,
fence post, mailbox stake,
to feel the breeze
against your neck as you move
in and out of patches of shade,
to see the tongue, hear the pant
of breath as you round the corner,
head lifted to the scamper
and pause of squirrel, to hold
the curved strap of leather
in my hand, feel the tug
of desire, to be led forth
into a new morning.
Blessings to you & your family,
Ann
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