A Stop in the Road

Thinking consumes a lot of my time, I am even more convinced that I am a person that must remain busy, and with a light load of school this summer, it leaves time for thinking, but perhaps that isn't a bad thing. I keep thinking of my past post about passion, and I've come to the conclusion that I don't need something to be passionate about, I need to stop and enjoy. Enjoy my life at this moment, enjoy the bright sunshine, the loud summer storms, snuggling with my husband and sleeping in late on the weekend, enjoy learning to cook new recipes, getting frustrated with my quilting attempts, all the little parts of life. All these things are my passion, life is my passion. I don't need to have one thing, I have hundreds of things. However, another darker side of reality reminds me, we won't always have these good times, there will be periods of sadness and sorrow, but it's all balanced with periods of happiness, contentment and at times a stop in the road to just enjoy.

I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing. ~Agatha Christie

In the Still of the Night

It was around midnight, I lay in bed wide awake, tired but not sleepy, a summer electrical storm was going on outside, lightening was flashing continuously intermixed with large crashes of thunder. It was fascinating and scary all at the same time. Lightening was striking all around the house, the electric was flickering on and off. Then suddenly the electric went entirely out, the only sound that could be heard was the thunder and the strikes of lightening. I lay there watching the lightening, when my husband rolled over put his arm around me and snuggled up close to me, he was sleeping soundly. In this still of the night his breathing and the storm were the only sounds I could hear, it was deathly silent, the soft breathing of my husband was comforting. I realized how glad I was he was there with me, normally such a storm, no electricity and him far away at work would cause me worry and fear, but tonight was different, I felt safe. Then it hit me, why should I worry, I am never really alone, God is always there with me. I knew that while I lay safe in my husband's arms, God's arms were all around both of us, protecting us, and He would be the one staying up watching the storm and listening to us breathing.

Psalms 91
He who dwells in the shelter of the Most high will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the Lord, "He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust."
Surely he will save you from the fowler's snare and from the deadly pestilence.
He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday.
A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you.
You will only observe with your eyes and see the punishment of the wicked.
If you make the Most High your dwelling - even the Lord, who is my refuge - then no harm will befall you, no disaster will come near your tent.
For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
You will tread upon the lion and the cobra; you will trample the great lion and the serpent.
"Because he loves me," says the Lord, "I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. He will call upon me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him. With long life will I satisfy him and show him my salvation."

Passion

Passion, how do you find your passion in life. I need something to be passionate about, something that spices up this life. One would think that working fulltime, having a wonderful husband and embarking on a new career would be enough for anyone, but for some reason it just isn't. I want something that causes me to leap out of bed with excitement, not the normal throw the blanket over my head and sigh. Perhaps it's a dream, perhaps that really doesn't exist and we just need to learn to be satisfied with how our life is or perhaps, I just don't have enough to do at the moment and the idleness leaves my brain time to wander.

Thinking of Return

My husband suggested I return to blogging, perhaps I will, a lot has been on my mind lately and this is always a good place to journal and share.

Scripture - 2 Timothy

I have been reading this scripture alot lately and it touches me with hope and anticipation.

⁶For I am already being poured out like a drink offering, and the time has come for my departure. ⁷I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. ⁸Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day—and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for his appearing. - 2 Timothy 4:6-8

It amazes me how God has opened my eyes to His word this last year. It is a comfort that I've never known before.