"Lord, you establish peace for us; all that we have accomplished you have done for us." ... Isaiah 26:12
Big Adventurer Tom arrives home tomorrow! Yay! Finally I'll be able to call in falsetto to the cats, "Daddy's home! Daddy's home!" and we'll see if they recall what that means.
Six weeks home-alone-but-not-alone has made me an adventurer, as well. These weeks! An ultimate vacation where Grace invigorated me, surrounded me, glowing off the mirrors and windows, making the air so heavy with gratitude that it eased me upon my couch to relax and meditate and learn from quiet thinking, music and tv. Often.
I needed this winding-down time. Tom needed his South African journey (for many reasons) and we both felt Grace bathing every moment in liquid-like peace.
This was incredible. God-designed. And I think we saw in deeper ways why letting God empty your trash and replace it with His treasure, instead, leads to incredible days 'whether apparent or not', and whether others ever understand or agree.
Tom's planning another long trip in May, though we've learned at our advancing ages never to grip our plans by their necks, but rather, to hold them upon opened palms, for that is wiser. Yet if he goes? All will be even better next time, for I'll have Springtime and all outdoors rather than, primarily, the walls of our home and snow and ice and shivering sparrows out the windows.
I'll have gardening. Walks around the block and to the river park. Green everywhere instead of grey and oh, warmth ... blessed Springtime warmth.
But in the meantime, is it back to the daily grind? No, in God, there's no going back, no coming away unchanged, no labeling precious days that way. There's much to glean and learn and create and--with God beside you--Life feels a whole other way than the majority perceive it. So what is left is to share.
I let the radio play when I leave the house and this week when I opened the door, gripping my plastic grocery bags, the song, 99 Miles From LA--a song I'd loved but not heard in decades--wafted down the kitchen stairs, stinging my eyes instantly with grateful tears.
One more gift during this time of enchantment from the lover of my soul.
"For let him who wants to enjoy life and see good days [good—whether apparent or not] keep his tongue free from evil and his lips from guile (treachery, deceit)." ... 1 Peter 3:10