A quiet Saturday afternoon. Cool. Rainy. Peaceful. No One In Particular Needs Me.
To me that says "writing time."
Excitedly I gathered my tea, laptop, and other accessories I can't seem to go 15 feet without and got cozy at the table. This is going to be great, I thought. Uninterrupted time to post something on my blog.
As my cursor blinked at me every other moment wooing me to hit the keyboard and begin, I thought, "What on earth am I going to write about?"
And then I smiled.
I having nothing to say. And I love it.
Too often I have much to get out. Much that needs to be worked on, discussed, brought up, sorted through. But when I'm speechless, it's because things are Simple. Ordinary. Peaceful. Strife-less.
And No One In Particular Needs Me.
I audibly sigh and realize I'm thankful, for now, to be without material. Days of peace are welcome, and God is good - as always - to be providing so faithfully. Having seen Him in the storm, I know He's present in the calm. And like grabbing a breath between labor pains, I need the plain times to soothe my soul because undoubtedly there's something else coming just around the bend.
But until then, I shall enjoy the gift of an ordinary day.
NICE.. love it. "between the labor pains" is an awsome visual... and it's it so true!
ReplyDeleteThanks! Yes, I remember trying to catch those breaths!
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