I’m sorry I’ve been missing for the last few weeks but as soon as I decided to enjoy a quiet summer, my son announced that he’s getting married. In August. This year. On the 15th. My restful summer is becoming a joyful summer, as well as a quickly paced summer.
Dwayne had weddings each weekend this month. Last weekend, I visited my folks with Aaron and Jess so we could attend the family reunion. We had a wonderful time. Driving home, we drove into rain and saw a whole rainbow. It fell all the way to the ground. We drove for an hour or so enjoying the rainbow (as well as its shining double). We could see each color in the spectrum because of it’s brilliance.
In Genesis 9, God spoke to Noah, saying: And I have established My covenant with you, and all flesh shall not be cut off again by the waters of a flood; nor shall there ever again be a flood to destroy the earth. And God said, This is the sign of the covenant which I am about to make between Me and you, and every living soul which is with you, for everlasting generations: I have set My bow in the cloud, and it shall be a sign of a covenant between Me and the earth.
It helps me to remember that God loves me and takes care of me when I get overwhelmed with life. Sometimes I feel as though I’m drowning in duty and responsibility. He watches over me and I was glad to be reminded in a tangible way of His everlasting love.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Rhythm of Life
Isaiah 40:31 But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.
As I wait impatiently for my summer to reveal itself, I have accidentally been resting. Dwayne’s new job gets him out of bed very early. It also means going to bed two to three hours earlier than usual. It means that I get to read in the evening, get to sleep at a great hour and wake up refreshed. It’s the first time in a long time that waking up in the morning equals feeling rested. Waiting can also mean resting.
I have few commitments this summer. I’ve started a writing course. I plan to visit my family next weekend for the extended family reunion (which I love to attend). Dwayne is officiating a wedding out of town in late July which means a break from our mundane. This allows me time to read, write, pray, study, relax, watch television and spend time with my kids.
Today I spent the afternoon with Becky. We went to the chiropractor. I shopped for wedding clothes. We hit the grocery store so she could pick up some more items for the wedding she’s catering Saturday. We had dinner together. We stopped here so she could pick up things that I have been holding for her and then I took her home. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. It was restful. It’s a summer rhythm that I like. Tomorrow, I get a haircut and have one errand to complete and the day is mine to do with as I see fit.
My time doesn’t always need to be tightly wound up into an “acceptable” bundle. I’m waiting on the Lord and He’s renewing my strength in ways I didn’t think possible. Now I want to make this the rhythm of my life.
As I wait impatiently for my summer to reveal itself, I have accidentally been resting. Dwayne’s new job gets him out of bed very early. It also means going to bed two to three hours earlier than usual. It means that I get to read in the evening, get to sleep at a great hour and wake up refreshed. It’s the first time in a long time that waking up in the morning equals feeling rested. Waiting can also mean resting.
I have few commitments this summer. I’ve started a writing course. I plan to visit my family next weekend for the extended family reunion (which I love to attend). Dwayne is officiating a wedding out of town in late July which means a break from our mundane. This allows me time to read, write, pray, study, relax, watch television and spend time with my kids.
Today I spent the afternoon with Becky. We went to the chiropractor. I shopped for wedding clothes. We hit the grocery store so she could pick up some more items for the wedding she’s catering Saturday. We had dinner together. We stopped here so she could pick up things that I have been holding for her and then I took her home. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. It was restful. It’s a summer rhythm that I like. Tomorrow, I get a haircut and have one errand to complete and the day is mine to do with as I see fit.
My time doesn’t always need to be tightly wound up into an “acceptable” bundle. I’m waiting on the Lord and He’s renewing my strength in ways I didn’t think possible. Now I want to make this the rhythm of my life.
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