"Seek the Lord while he may be found; call on him while he is near... Be still, and know that I am God." ... Isaiah 55:6, Psalm 46:10
So on this black, warmish (25 degrees) morning, I shoveled a couple inches of new snow out to the garage for Tom and thought of something: my head wasn't forming a blog post about the shoveling.
If you're also a writer, you know how it can be. There's like this room with a desk (and pen and paper) inside your brain where the lamps never get turned off and the forming of descriptive sentences happens from morning till nighttime. And often you even tell the constant writer up there to knock it off, to give you a break, because you just, for awhile, want to live your life rather than write invisible sentences about it.
Color me grateful that God understands how annoying that can become. For the past ten or so days He's released me from not only consistently blogging here, but from playing with all those sentences formations. It's like He's helped me to switch that light off up there and just sit in some much-needed silence with Him.
And sitting anywhere with God is always lovely, especially after He reminds you of simplicity: what truly matters in Life--and what does not.
These past days He's reminded me that I'm not just a writer and certainly not a blogging machine. The writing, I'm remembering, is something He created me to do so to help others, but it's not who I am. It's only a part of me, which can be difficult to remember since blogging is so darn daily.
Of course, this post isn't only meant for us writers, but it's for anyone with a daily calling: wives, husbands, mothers, fathers, employees, employers, caregivers. For anyone, also, who's weighed down by the daily tragedies in this sad, sinful world. Who God is creating us to be is bigger than what we do for Him. What we do is only a piece of the puzzle, but oh, the completed puzzle is huge.
I love it when God sets me apart for days like this. How we sit together on the red couch and stare out at the snowy river down the street or the times we watch tv while my mind relaxes and the constant-on light in that writing room shuts off. I so need to remember there are other important rooms up there and inside my heart and that people are responsible for their own relationship with God. It's not up to me or my writings to provide what they must find for themselves.
So many places in Life are there to visit and learn from! Even here inside a home surrounded by snowdrifts there is much to remember and memorize again. And it's all good because of the patient teacher who sits quietly, lovingly, beside me.
"Now he who received seed among the thorns is he who hears the word, and the cares of this world and the deceitfulness of riches choke the word, and he becomes unfruitful. But he who received seed on the good ground is he who hears the word and understands it, who indeed bears fruit and produces: some a hundredfold, some sixty, some thirty.” ... Matthew 13:22,23
Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy-laden and overburdened, and I will cause you to rest. [I will ease and relieve and refresh your souls.]" ...Matthew 11:28
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