“Her eyes look tired, but it’s her soul that’s truly weary.” ~Liz Newman~
I’ve taken some time away from my desk so I could do some quiet reflection.
Like so many I’d become weary.
Weary of extremes I encountered everywhere throughout my day.
Weary of having to use caution in how I talked with valued friends because they may or may not share my political opinion.
Weary of hearing how many people died of Covid-19 in our country today or how many have died since this whole nightmare began.
Weary of not seeing my family who live far from me because I worry we make each other sick.
Weary of being isolated.
Weary of not being able to hug people without questioning if I’m doing the “safe” thing.
Weary of asking for things to be repeated because I cannot hear what’s being said behind the masks or no longer to read lips.
Weary of people who do not respect each other’s compromised health issues.
Weary of people not just putting on the damn mask.
Weary of not seeing smiles.
Weary of being afraid I, too, may get sick.
Weary of being weary.
So, I took some time to observe all the little miracles that happened all around me every single day.
I’ve seen the sun rise in the mornings as I became aware of its march across the sky as the seasons marched on.
I’ve seen the sun set in the evenings as we’ve sat outside waiting for the air to cool while the deer stroll by with their fawns and the bats come out to devour a few mosquitos.
I’ve seen birds migrate across the skies, moving north this past spring and coming back our direction now that Fall is approaching.
I’ve watched our youngest puppy, Eli, grow and become the new companion for our old dog, Bud, and a playmate for our other puppy, Abby.
I’ve become aware of how much I have grown spiritually as I’ve limited my outside influences and concentrated on investigating my own beliefs.
I’m learning how I think about things really does influence what I see.
I’m learning to open my mind to ways of thinking I never would have considered.
I’m learning to be still–I have a LOT of work to do on this lesson.
I’m learning to choose my words more carefully–do I really know this or that never happens or always happens?
I’m learning to think before I speak–words cannot be erased by an apology. A few moments spent in thought may save years of regret.
I’m learning that adage what people think of me is none of my business is true.
Let it go.
I’m learning to stop over thinking EVERYTHING.
Let it go.
I’m learning to forgive those who have hurt me.
Let it go.
I’m learning to forgive myself.
Dear one, let it go.
God sent me here for a reason. My job is to figure out what MY reason is. I cannot learn if I’m paying attention to things that are not part of MY lessons.
I’ve been so lucky because I’ve been given time to think about this and work on finding my path. It takes time and patience.
I am grateful.
I’ve been lucky to have people who have walked beside me on my journey. Some for a short time,, others for a life time.
I am grateful.
Once I started thinking about all the miracles I’ve witnessed in my life, my weariness dissolved.
I am grateful.
I am…
B…simply being.
~Peace~
Gracious God, in the busy-ness of my day, I sometimes forget to stop to thank you for all that is good in my life.
My blessings are many and my heart is filled with gratefulness for the gift of living, for the ability to love and be loved, for the opportunity to see the everyday wonders of creation, for sleep and water, for a mind that thinks and a body that feels.
I thank you, too, for those things in my life that are less than I would hope them to be. Things that seem challenging, unfair, or difficult. When my heart feels stretched and empty, and pools of tears form in my weary eyes, still I rejoice that you are as near to me as my next breath and that in the midst of turbulence, I am growing and learning.
In the silence of my soul, I thank you most of all for your unconditional and eternal love.
Amen
~Tam Worth~
B...simply being... 