I've got lots to tell you!
I have written approximately 100 blog posts this summer. Trouble is...they are all in my head and have not been transposed via the keyboard. There are musings on faith, flowers, fish, friendship, funny stuff, and of course, stories of my feathered friends and all their babies I've been following. Good bloggers post daily. I admit I am not in that league.
Fresh blog posts are of course far more superior on current topics relevant to the moment. They have an important place in many people's lives and I read many of them when I can. But life is meant to be lived and God bless you if you do, but I am just not one to carry technology with me to record my posts within moments....or inform followers of my every movement... or to continually read what equates to text messages from others. I get enough text messages from my kids asking for the car and money. The thought of my head buried in a Blackberry or laptop throughout an entire day for purposes other than work exhausts me. No, the only tweets coming from my house are those coming from the trees. Good grief I sound so old and crotchety! Maybe I'll be hip when I'm retired and I'll twitter from my rocking chair. I feel a blog post coming on about what would be contained in those tweets......
Anyways.......it's summer. I spend as much of it outdoors as I can (while my housework is abandoned) and while I am gardening and birding and photographing and reading and visiting, I am blogging away in my head. When I should be sleeping, I am composing a post and hoping I can remember my thoughts when I get to actually write it out. If my thoughts don't all get recorded until weeks later....so be it. Besides, I spend hours at my workplace on the computer (because I have to) and can feel the tennis elbow becoming more pronounced... so I try to rest it when at home. (That's a lie. I do gardening and end up making it worse).
Soon enough the days will shorten and more time will be spent indoors and I will catch up on my postings. Come the first snow day, watch for 2-3 posts per day for weeks on end. And they will all remind you of the summer.
Since I'm finally posting something here, I might as well throw in my thoughts for today which are on a more serious note. We heard a message from a guest speaker at church today who reminded us that God works strangely, sovereignly, and sloooowly. Example: the life of Joseph. His life was a maze from the time he received his technicolour coat from his dad, and each event made no sense on it's own. Where was God when everything was going wrong?? Yet everything was being beautifully orchestrated from an Israelite, to a slave, to a prisoner, to a Prime Minister. Kind of like right now during this heat wave we're experiencing during summer, the autumn is actually slowly working behind the scenes, preparing itself to burst upon us - you just can't see it. It is apparent that it's God's nature to work sovereignly....slowly, often unseen... and not understood by us. We live our lives by clocks and calendars - they don't seem to be a factor to God.
Life is like a big page of that connect-the-dots game. You don't see the big picture until you're just about through. The speaker mentioned that her daughter is bad for leaving phone messages that she has something really exciting to relate, but...."I'll tell you later!". God leaves us waiting...hanging....and we have to trust Him....when we don't think we are getting answers...and when everything seems to be going against us.
He'll tell us later.
There IS a big plan.....but I want to look for God in the little things....to learn about His nature and His ways.....and intentionally love and worship Him.
I was musing on these thoughts this evening when I went back into the recesses of my garden to prune a few rosebush branches (pruning is a whole other blog post of spiritual thoughts...). Suddenly my dog started frantically barking on the back deck. She gets disturbed if we go in the house without her - she needs to be with us all the time.
She had lost sight of me and obviously thought I had gone in the house.
I peered around the pear tree that I was in behind and called her name. Nikki! NIKKI! The poor dog ran from one end of the deck to the other looking for me and couldn't see me. She scurried to the gate to look down the driveway as I continued to call her name....but she couldn't see me. Back up on the deck she tried to listen to where my voice was coming from but she just couldn't see me and was becoming a little frantic to find me.
Finally, I stepped farther out of the garden and called her name once more. That did it. Recognition. The arthritic dog came bounding down the stairs, tail wagging and excitedly ran up to me for reassurance that I was indeed there. I had been there all along. As Nikki ran towards me I saw the very real picture of what I had just been musing on. I love my dog and I savoured her reaction as she lovingly ran to me.
Just because she couldn't see me didn't mean I had left her. I was there all along...my love for her still intact and unwavering. I hadn't left her. I never will.
My thoughts are nothing like your thoughts,” says the Lord.
“And my ways are far beyond anything you could imagine.
For just as the heavens are higher than the earth,
so my ways are higher than your ways
and my thoughts higher than your thoughts.
Isaiah 55:8,9 - The Bible
I will lead the blind by ways they have not known,
along unfamiliar paths I will guide them;
I will turn the darkness into light before them
and make the rough places smooth.
These are the things I will do;
I will not forsake them.
Isaiah 42:16 - The Bible
ccurate an answer as one can give while in a fog. I ask why he wants to know. He replies that they (his roommates and he) were just having a discussion about it. I reply with a correction to my answer now that I've had a few moments to process. Then I ask, "Are the guys also texting their mothers at 1:45 am?" I didn't receive a response.
