So getting a brand-new computer put a ruffle in my internet-use-slow-down initiative. No matter. It's a gorgeous spring day and I'm back on the wagon. I'm on here now, but for useful reasons. Doing something that brings me closer to my goal to become a full-time freelancer. I have so many things to write about, I hardly know where to begin. When I was a kid, I loved nothing more than a brand-new tablet to scribble on. I can't explain that, except that it spoke of possibilities. I don't remember doing anything really interesting or important with my tablets. I just liked them. Oh, I guess I probably drew in them, wrote a few silly things, MAYBE....but what if the blankness (word?) of them was what drew me? The possibility of them. Same with a new computer. Looking at this page makes me happy. There's so much space below these letters.
What would happen if we got up every single day (okay, except Saturday, because Saturday mornings are amazing for laziness) and looked at the day ahead of us as a gorgeously (word?) blank canvas, full of possibilities? Well, I know that I'm supposed to glorify God with all that I have and am. What if I saw each day as a tablet to write something amazing on? Here's another angle: what if I saw each day as a well of possibilities for God to reveal Himself to me, both who He is as a person and who he is in relation to me and my life story?
My elderly dachshund might be sick. I've been worried about him. Started thinking I might not get another dog when he passes. Yesterday I walked past a house I'd never been past before. At least five dachshunds were in a frenzy at the fence line as I went past. Of course I stopped, exclaiming aloud to my walking partner! There was a blonde, long-haired one, at least two chocolate and tans, a dapple, and one that was very gray with age. I was beyond tickled. Thought it might have been a postcard from heaven, letting me know that there's just no call in me not having a dachshund. I'mma gonna need one. It was like the Lord was saying "Life's hard. Keep a dachshund."
So today, as I strain and struggle to make something dynamic and useful of my day, working overtime not to let it slip out of my hands like the helium balloon my time seems to be, I'll remember those darling dogs. Life is not a pack of doldrum tasks. If spring doesn't remind me of that, I guess nothing ever will.
What would happen if we got up every single day (okay, except Saturday, because Saturday mornings are amazing for laziness) and looked at the day ahead of us as a gorgeously (word?) blank canvas, full of possibilities? Well, I know that I'm supposed to glorify God with all that I have and am. What if I saw each day as a tablet to write something amazing on? Here's another angle: what if I saw each day as a well of possibilities for God to reveal Himself to me, both who He is as a person and who he is in relation to me and my life story?
My elderly dachshund might be sick. I've been worried about him. Started thinking I might not get another dog when he passes. Yesterday I walked past a house I'd never been past before. At least five dachshunds were in a frenzy at the fence line as I went past. Of course I stopped, exclaiming aloud to my walking partner! There was a blonde, long-haired one, at least two chocolate and tans, a dapple, and one that was very gray with age. I was beyond tickled. Thought it might have been a postcard from heaven, letting me know that there's just no call in me not having a dachshund. I'mma gonna need one. It was like the Lord was saying "Life's hard. Keep a dachshund."
So today, as I strain and struggle to make something dynamic and useful of my day, working overtime not to let it slip out of my hands like the helium balloon my time seems to be, I'll remember those darling dogs. Life is not a pack of doldrum tasks. If spring doesn't remind me of that, I guess nothing ever will.
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