Time . . .lost or found

Where did it go? I am so upset! I spent hours writing thoughts to you last week re. a mama robin sitting weeks on an empty nest, and now it is no where to be found –the blog, not the nest:-)

Whatever will I do as I am surely missing you these days? While I try to reconstruct that blog or try to find it somewhere in cyber space,  I will send  one that I wrote another day after a prolonged absence from blogging:

It has been weeks since I have written a page on this journey of life. Time is that one element in life that gallops like flames on dry desert plains. It claims everything in sight, leaving charred remains. The blackened horizon will, in time, bloom with fresh life–days and relationships renewed, restored and refurbished. But for NOW,  disserted embers smolder among the desires of dreams and imperatives.

Time–a raging fire, knows no boundaries. Good things consume days until there is no room for the best. Disappointments and sorrows, too, take a toll, and smoke dark can obscure the sunshine even in the day time.

So this journey of weeks past  has been found or lost  with issues of life –trivial, yes, even important, good, mundane. Oh, but how often, the best was left hidden and undone.

The day is beautiful here. Grass is Irish green. Birds feed and frolic at the feeders outside my window. It is one of those days that declares: “God’s in His heavens; all’s right with the world.” (Robert Browning) And I know–we know— that is will be true–ultimately, one day.

The one place time moves slowly is in my back yard. And often, I am found just wandering there.

But I am much too introspective–too much with the hurting of those in my ‘sphere of love’ to go tripping through these racing hours without time spent grieving with and for them. I have allowed myself the privilege of getting off the merry-go-round of expectation (my own) and acceleration (all I want to do).

Solitude has been a sweeter companion.

Can you imagine that in three months it will be Christmas time? I so desire that my days, this gift of time– be spent in hallowed relationships, in bringing smiles to saddened lives, in nurturing the famished.  In timely blogging 🙂

Sitting at the feet of the One who loves me most and loves you most–this extinguishes the lapping flames of urgent demands and allows me time to  . . .

“Be still and know . . .” Psalm 46:10

Let be and be still . . . (Amplified)

About oct17

The little girl in me loves bird watching, butterflies, sunrises, sunsets, walks in the rain; the adult I am enjoys the same. I sense God's awesomeness in all of life--what wonder there is in slicing a leek or cutting open a pomegranate. I have many favorite things--a formation of Canadian geese flying overhead, the giggles of my grand daughters, the first ripe watermelon in summer, snowflakes on my face--these gifts from my heavenly Father delight me continually.
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5 Responses to Time . . .lost or found

  1. Sherree says:

    That is how I feel, but you say it so much “prettier” than I could.

  2. Glenda Ferguson says:

    Your writing always blesses me and helps me see something in a different way.

  3. Weslea Bell says:

    better than Starbucks 🙂

  4. Thomas Suiter says:

    Great writing. Keep up the encouraging words. T

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