It Has Changed Me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I can hear my foot steps as I meander through the dry grass. The dog stops and sniffs the air, smelling the scent of something unseen to me. The sun hangs low in the sky, as the evening takes on the subdued hues of twilight. I stop and look toward the horizon. The silhouettes of the trees, dark against the fading light. I enjoy walking in the evening. There is a peace for me at that time of the day. The day is drawing to a close, and whether or not I have finished all I had planned is no longer important.

Time is valued the most when the pace is slow.
I am realizing this more and more. When I have too much to do, when the urgent steals the minutes, I lose time. Precious time. Sure, there are still twenty-four hours in each day regardless of schedule, but what is time for, if not to enjoy it?  There are too many things in this life that pull at peace. I never want to regret time lost, to that which is not worthy.

I drove down the road yesterday and saw a wild, mama turkey with her two babies. Last week a mama deer with her two fawn. I smell the fresh cut grass as I watch my husband ride across our yard. I notice the smile on the oldest son’s face as he shows off his new (used) car. I feel the scruff of  my son’s stubble against my cheek when  I receive a quick kiss. I hear the sound of the door slam as my daughter goes to take care of her horse. I appreciate the short back rub that I get. I laugh out loud at the antics of the dogs, and shrug my shoulders at the spilled food dishes. I smell the scent of vanilla and cinnamon in the air, and enjoy the blast of cold from the freezer while getting some ice for my tea.

English: A Canada Goose flying at Burnaby Lake...

Soon, I will hear the Canadian geese flying overhead and know that they carry the crisper, cooler days of Autumn, with them. The corn will fade and the tractors will chug with the sounds of harvest. The skies will turn gray, and there will be the hint of wood smoke in the air. The summer of 2012 will fade into memories. That is what I mean. Time….it moves on. That is why it is so important to me to enjoy the days, the moments, that make up this life….because they will not be here forever.

Slowing down, enjoying…..changes things.

It has changed me.

 

Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.  James 4:14 NIV

 

 

 

My Winter Neighbors

English: Canada Geese landing on water

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I stared out across the back field, the wind stinging my cheeks and causing my eyes to water. I continued to stand, as if rooted to the spot. I heard the faint honking of the Canada geese, growing louder as they drew closer. The wind picked up and they beat their wings to stay on track. Together. It’s as if they knew that they needed each other to make it through the wind.

Time st00d still…for one brief moment. The wind quieted and the air was perfectly still. I looked up and saw the geese flying low. In the stillness I heard them slowing down. Their wings beat against the air to slow their flight. They were getting ready to land in the lake across the road, the winter lake that used to be a cornfield this past summer. I was mesmerized by the beauty. The leader of the group honked loudly and the rest follow suit.

I continued to watch as they glided into the water with a splash, that I heard with crystal clarity. For that brief, few seconds, I was reminded to slow down, opening my eyes to what was going on around me. Such a simple thing of nature, left a huge impact on me. I was the audience for this group of winter geese, eagerly watching their daring descent into the frigid water. I saw them. Really, saw them.

And such a simple thing, brought me joy.

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Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?      Matthew 6:26  NIV

A Winter Afternoon

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The road that leads to home…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

to places familiar…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the quiet stillness…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the beating of wings…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The sound of geese splashing…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

in the winter lake across the road.

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May you, my readers, have a peaceful Saturday observing the simple beauty of a winter’s afternoon.

Now may the Lord of peace himself give you peace at all times and in every way. The Lord be with all of you. 2 Thessalonians 3:16  NIV

For All That He Is

a group of Canada Geese flying in Michigan in ...

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It’s raining.

I love to watch the rain.

I enjoy hearing the rain pelt our metal roof.

There is comfort in seeing the bad weather outside, knowing that I am warm and safe inside.

A Monday morning in late October…

The corn stalks across the road are brown. On a quiet evening, one can hear the corn talking to the night, a dry, rustling sound.

The sound of  honking Canada geese, as they fly overhead in perfect formation,  always makes me stop and appreciate…

the sights and sounds of late October in the country.

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Thanking my God for all that He is…and for allowing all that He does…

*my back feels a little better–not completely healed, but better than it was–when I hurt, I learn to appreciate my health more.

*my son reading quietly… I study his profile. I think back to him as a baby, and how I wondered what he would look like when he was a teenager? Now, I know. Time goes so quickly, doesn’t it?

*a daughter who walked with me, when I was forced to walk slowly.

*sitting in the living room, petting the dog…it’s a win/win situation. Petting him reduces my stress–while it feels great to him to get belly rubs.

*the smell of coffee

*rain pelting the windows

*time–appreciating this moment

*snuggling while watching TV

*faces smiling at me from time worn pictures

*knowing what it is to love and be loved

*memories tapping me on the shoulder this gray, Monday morning

*friendship

*Jesus Christ, the Son of the Living God. It is He that makes all of life worth living…apart from Him, I am nothing.

“I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.  John 15:5 NIV