I start each day with a daily devotional reading. I also sometimes check my horoscope. It’s funny how sometimes they merge into exactly what I need at the time I need it even though that devotional book is published way before my life events.
I’ve been working on a massive case that has sucked the life out of me since the end of December. January was a blur of tug-of-war where it seems like everyone wanted a piece of me. I worked my rear off but never seemed to make anyone happy. I also ignored my writing as I was too beat each night to keep at it. Basically, I vegged out with tv and movies which I never do.
Anyway, I made a decision about this case over the weekend and wasn’t able to act on it on Monday since I was in a meeting with 7 other lawyers all day but I had my secretary working on a draft motion.
My Tuesday devotional focused on trusting God to take care of things like he cares for the birds of the field. It even had a sentence about once we do the best we can, we have to lay it down and trust God to see it through. I made some calls when I got to the office and made it clear to people that I was done and moving into another phase with this thing. Some took it well and some didn’t – the tug-of-war folks lined up about how I thought they would.
Then, I read my horoscope. Guess what it said?
“You’re working too hard at something that’s not worth your time.” It went on from there but you get the gist.
I love it when what I need to hear is shouted at me from all sides, don’t you?
Jillian here- hope you all had a lovely Father’s Day.
Inside my head is a scary place. I can’t seem to remember that the third MONDAY is my day. I keep thinking it’s the third Wednesday – I can always remember the first Wednesday is mine and that I have a day in the third week but blast it all, Monday will not stay in my mind. Maybe it’s psychological?
Anyway, I remembered in time to pop over here and say something. Points for me!!
These last few weeks in my life have been very stressful and I have been on the verge of a nervous breakdown off and on since the first week of May. This coming week was weighing heavily on my mind and I spent much of the weekend either praying for a certain burden to be removed or worrying about things that may or may not happen. Don’t you hate it when you feel like that?
Any way, even thought I know fretting doesn’t work and only makes one miserable, I found myself wallowing in it too much this weekend so every time I would fret, I’d change it to a prayer.
Lo and behold, today, I found that prayer had been answered. So, the question in my head now is when will I let go and trust that God, who has always taken care of me, will continue to do so? What’s a good way to learn to trust and let things work themselves out without stressing? Anyone know?
Being a creative being, I consider myself to be in tune with nature. The beginning of each season inspires me, recharges me, and ignites my creativity. I love fall. Nature settles down for a long winter nap. Everything becomes dormant and … well gray once Autumn’s dance is over and the colors have faded from view. Outside my mother’s kitchen window is a massive evergreen whose strong limbs reach heavenward in praise of God. It turns a fiery yellow every autumn and then gracefully loses its needles. It’s the only evergreen I’ve ever seen do this. It’s an incredibly gorgeous tree. My pastor’s wife loves winter trees, the pose they strike as they wait for new life to spring anew is beautiful to her. Because of her, I’m looking at trees in a new light these days. I have found that she is right.
Winter intrigues me. It covers everything with a frosty white that is the epitome of purity, and being clean, and pristine beauty. I have to have the winter of my year every year. It’s in my creative blood to see beauty in starkness, I think. Besides, I love that moment where I breathe out and the winter wind blows my breath back onto my glasses and causes them to fog over. That’s the moment I know winter has gracefully arrived and said hello to me.
Summer fascinates me. The sun chases away the moon for a few extra hours each day. There are lovely aromas in the air from flowers to bar-b-ques to sunscreen. My favorite scent of summer is the ocean. That cool spray that washes over hot skin and leaves behind a trace of salt water and the aroma of the beach.
But spring enchants me. When the first bursts of life spring forth in shades of green, brilliant hues of flower blooms, and babies of many species, I want to sit very still and capture it all with my eyes, my nose, my ears, and my mind. I don’t just want to admire it, I want to be part of it if only as a bystander. The dormancy of winter virtually explodes vital life in springtime where I live. I can sit beneath a tree and experience the faintest caress of a breeze on my face and arms and it always carries with it fresh, new scents that I would miss if I didn’t stand still and wait for it.
I see God’s creative hand in every season, and I know that He gave me just a teeny bit of that creativity when He made me, when He crafted the designer original that I am … that we all are.
I don’t think I could live where there weren’t four very distinct seasons. Perhaps it would stifle my creativity?
What inspires you?
Until next time, I hope you all are well and enjoying the fresh vitalization that spring delivers.
Posted in Inspiration, Nature, Seasons, Valerie J. Patterson
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