Friday, August 30, 2013

In The Dark of the Night

I don't normally post articles on here, but I sure did love this one that came across my computer...Please, take a moment and read it.  It's worth it, I promise!
I love this story for many reasons.  One, it started as a secret thing - no one wanted credit, this group of ladies just wanted to help people.  No accolades, no pats on the back from others....just personal satisfaction.  LOVE that!  I also love that it was a group of mama's.  Mama's, living their lives, wanting to help other people while still taking care of their own families.  Mama's, who saw people's need, and wanted to, in some way, ease the suffering of those they saw around them.
I love, love, love it!

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

It's Coming....

Well, I felt it this morning.... The "F" word.... it's coming....."Fall" is quickly approaching.
I went out for a walk this morning, and it felt chilly, and was soupy outside.  I wasn't sure if I should even go, I was unsure if drivers would be able to see me.  However,  I donned my bright blue jacket, and hoped for the best.  It was eerily quiet, all the noises subdued by the fog.  I couldn't see the surrounding fields, houses, or barely even the trees as I walked on the side of the road.  I was surprised, as I walked, to find droplets of water running down my face, not from rain, but rather, the moisture of the air.  And it was beautiful.  And quiet.  And I felt alone.  And isolated. 
And I wondered to myself, "How many times, over the years, have I done that to myself?  How many times do I miss seeing the things around me, because I have chosen to isolate myself.  To bury myself in a fog of 'life', and family, and just the fullness of running a household...."
However, there is also such beauty in that place, but it's also quiet.  And can be lonely.  On the flip side, if I really stop to smell the flowers, I see the beauty of little things that I would normally miss.  Things that aren't there if the fog has been lifted.  Gifts from God, really. 

Tiny details, highlighted by the fog.  Drops of water on spider webs....who'da thought?  Yet it's beautiful.  Stunning, really.
Funny how in the isolation, we see the small details, yet when all is clear and sunny and bright, we get to see a bigger picture.  I suppose it's all good, a season for everything. 
And I know, the "F" word is coming....
To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven
Ecc. 3:1