I’m enjoying this challenge from my friend Julie – she calls it Moments in May. What a lovely idea!
Today’s suggestion is to share a journal entry. At first I thought I’d share an entry from the past, then I went down to the pond – because I needed to. My heart and mind were all tangled up in some stuff.
I took my coffee, Bible, and journal with me. I went hoping for something really good. And I got it.
God started blessing me with these words found in Psalm 18: 1 & 2
I love you, Lord, my strength. The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
The tangle was still there, but these words flowed from my heart into my journal . . .
I love this place. The pond, the scent of plum blossoms on the wind, the trill of the red winged blackbirds, the song and splashes of the toads, the flutter of the butterflies, and the shimmer of the iridescent dragonflies as they hover. And the wind as it dances through the branches and dried grasses.
Watching, listening, breathing it comes. Into my tangled heart, full of stress, worry, and sorrow, it slips gently in. Beautifully illustrated by the Creator here and then there. In the flowers blooming in the midst of the tightly twisted vines that I love, but seem to represent the mess inside me sometimes.
My cinnamon flavored coffee tastes delicious and breathe in big, and watch and listen a little more. The work of the day is waiting for me, but for right now, I will rest just a little longer. And it seems as if the toads sing louder and their song makes me smile.
On the way to the house, I stop again. Because the tree buds are now becoming small leaves, and I can’t pass them by. Their beauty draws me in.
A little bit farther and I stop once more. Because blossoms have a way of captivating me. As I take pictures I often wonder – what is it about these things that captivates me so? Today I listen to the whisper in my heart and realize that while I am in creation, I see it. Hope. In the possibility of the apple blossom buds, in apple blossom bouquets, and funky blossoms whose names I don’t know yet. In the future leaves and fruit. And for a little while, I’m free from the clamoring of the world at large. The world I care for deeply and pray for, that is so full of chaos, pain, cruelty, and hopelessness.
And I hope. Not the wishful thinking kind, but the kind that is full of expectant confidence in God.
And as I finally turn to go, I stop yet again. To hang out with this little guy. And to breathe and pray for me just a little bit longer while he buzzes from blossom to blossom.
It’s time to go back. The dogs need a walk and lunch. I do too. And it’s time to check back in with the words of my work and the concerns of my world. And now, I am far more ready than before.
Until Next Time,
P. S. Do you journal?