What an awesome weekend!
Did Tom and I--
... sail away on a cruise?
... fly to Hawaii or Paris?
... attend a barbeque party at a park with friends?
Well, no, but after Tom dropped-off the rental car from his business trip, he and I drove around a Leave It To Beaver area of our town and pointed at awesome, takes-you-back-in-Time houses. And dreamed a bit.
We returned home, ordered-out for Chinese food and watched the previous night's Blue Bloods and Hawaii 5-0. Then I changed clothes and puttered like a woman released from Winter's grasp out in our sunny 65 degree yard. I re-potted forget-me-nots and mint, raked leaves (it never ends here) then rested upon our wicker chair with a book. My dead-white arms even turned a bit brown.
Sunday afternoon I played again, for hours, in the yard and, bending over the oregano, shook my head over my earlier sorry, impatient complaints about winters here. This bright, warm weekend I, again, never wanted to move away from nostalgic, lovely Buffalo.
Hmm. Probably that's a descriptive letdown, right? Ol' Debra just puttering the weekend away in her yard, pulling weeds, spreading compost, blah, blah, blah.
But long ago I realized this: As a writer and as just myself, well, I had to accept that God designed something different for me. Something quieter, slower than my friends' hectic busyness (which I once believed I wanted), where I feel and hear Him step alongside me while I putter around the yard or house. And glean lessons to share with you.
Something reminiscent of what appeared on Facebook yesterday:
"Isn't it the most lovely thought that God might be waiting for there to be some silence in our lives in order to share some of His best secrets with us?
The enemy wants us to believe that times of silence are a curse of loneliness.
God wants us to know that times of silence are really pathways to closeness with Him."
- Lysa TerKeurst
- Lysa TerKeurst
Oh wow. How freeing to no longer believe lies about aloneness which the world tells. To instead believe this:
"Only in returning to me and resting in me will you be saved. In quietness and confidence is your strength." ... Isaiah 30:15.
And perhaps that verse is even truer in our crazy 2016 world.
Do you have a garden? You are never alone out there. Have a heart, a soul, a mind? If Jesus is your friend, aloneness isn't your portion, either. Never. Spring, Summer, Winter, Fall--He's there waiting to listen, to speak, to comfort.
An old photo. Our trees presently have only the tiniest of buds on them.