Each season has it’s own magic, but there’s something about the fullness of summer that captures the very essence of life’s goodness and God’s glorious gifts. How can one not be filled with gratitude when nature is displayed in all its splendor at the dawn of each new day?
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky is by no means a waste of time. – J. Lubbuck
On a morning run recently I was running behind a squirrel who had a large plastic wrapper in its mouth. The wrapper blocked his view, so he was running in a zig zag fashion trying to get away, failing at his endeavor. As I got closer, he ditched the wrapper (literally) and bee-lined in a straight line climbing a pole to safety.
On my cool down walk, I got to thinking about the squirrel. He reminded me of how we oftentimes get so caught up in what we’re doing and where we’re trying to go that we can’t see where it is we actually need to go. We take off running helter skelter on a course we’ve designed for ourselves rather than ask Him to guide us. We pick up garbage along the way and it blocks us from seeing and following the One who can get us where we need to go safely. We let the garbage in life prevent us from tasting life’s goodness. Take the following, for instance:
- We allow the judgements of others to dictate who we are.
- We compare ourselves to others, blinding ourselves to our unique goodness.
- We believe we don’t deserve goodness because of what we’ve done in the past. (ie: I’m an alcoholic/addict/thief/liar–or whatever your vice may have been–and have hurt people in the past. I don’t deserve forgiveness.)
When the truth is:
- We are each and every one unique and equal.
- Despite the fact we may make poor choices, it doesn’t make us bad people. It makes us human. Humans are fallible.
- Whether a stay-at-home mom or a high paid executive, you are exactly where you need to be at that very moment in time. Bloom where you’re planted, learn as you grow. And just my humble opinion, stay-at-home mom’s are priceless. 🙂
At the end of my cool-down walk, nature spoke to me yet again. I passed a pavilion in the park, under from which came swallows diving at me from every angle trying to divert me from my path. Satan’s fiery darts attempt to do the same thing. The question is, are we going to let them? Or are we going to stand firm in our beliefs and values? Are we going to succumb to those who attempt to thwart our successes and goodness, or are we going to rise above it and prevail?
“I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in.” ~George Washington Carver
It’s been a while since I’ve done a Timeout Tuesday, and with the beautiful scenery from my trip to the mountains last weekend, I figured today’s the day. So pour a cup of tea/coffee/drink of choice, and wander with mother nature.
“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, “This is what it is to be happy.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I’ve been a bit of a slacker lately. Although, I guess slacker isn’t an accurate term. Life has been exceptionally busy, but I’m so grateful that I’ve got a good life to live. My son was the passenger in a car that was totaled in an accident two days ago and he came out of it with nothing more than an injured shoulder. And that injury is already healing nicely. Some people say he’s lucky. I say he’s beyond blessed. God was also in the car with him that day. I’ve mentioned in a previous post that my sisters and I have an ongoing prayer challenge where we find a stranger to pray for each day. I believe my son was somebody’s stranger that day.
My book, Shear Madness, is doing better than I expected, and on September 5th I have a book signing at the book store in the town where I live. I’ve ordered my book postcards, flyers, and pens with the name of the book and my name, which are due to arrive tomorrow. It feels like tomorrow is Christmas morning. 🙂
Tomorrow brings with it a weekend trip to the mountains with lots of trails to run, elk that roam freely, and eagles flying overhead. And did I mention a Starbucks that sits just off the riverwalk by the creek? I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the live entertainment by said creek on Friday night. It’s sheer heaven listening to folk music with mountains on every side of us, breathing deeply of the fresh mountain air. A perfect place to drive creativity to all new heights. With that renewed creativity comes the time to lounge outside working on my current novel, Finding Abby. Complete joy! 🙂
Have yourselves a beautiful weekend.
It seems I’ve been blessed with the beauty of nature everywhere I go lately. I wanted to share some of the serenity with my blogging peeps. Have a cup of tea/coffee, put your feet up, and let yourself be mentally transported to the great outdoors, surrounded by peace, chirping birds, a gentle wind, and the fresh smell of woods.
I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in. ~George Washington Carver
This brilliant sunrise is what greeted me on my morning run. What a glorious way to start the day!
And this mama bird protecting her babies, still unhatched, as I marveled at the maternal instinct of all God’s creatures.
Seize this day with gusto, my friends! Life is a gift. 🙂
My novel, Shear Madness, Book One in The Melanie Hogan Mystery Series, gets shipped off for a final edit this week. The planned release is in July. 🙂 The rest of this month I’m going to focus on the revision of Book Two, Shear Deception. And then July 1st it’s off to Camp again for Camp NaNo, where I plan to “pen” the first draft of a YA mystery series I have tumbling around in my brain.
My morning run was spent absorbing not only the wisdom by Sol Stein in his audio book Stein on Writing (The chapter on dialogue is among the best I’ve ever read/heard) but also absorbing the brilliant warm sunshine and nature’s beauty. Thought I would share a couple of snapshots with you.
“In our not-yet-acknowledged secret garden lie the seeds of some of our best not-yet-written stories.” -Sol Stein
Have a beautiful week, my friends. Seize each moment of every day, and make every one count!