Things don’t always go my way.
Imagine that?
I should be used to that by now.
So, when things go awry why am I surprised?
Why is my response, anxiety or anger?
I wonder sometimes about my posture.
Who am I serving?
Where is my faith?
If I truly believe this God that I say I serve, then why do I get anxious, or nervous?
If He is able to walk us through the darkest of nights he can also handle the details.
Yet, I still struggle to trust;
To truly trust.
To keep the thoughts quiet.
I tend to voice all that is on my mind.
Nary a secret kept.
I think it; and it escapes.
Sometimes thoughts, not fully formed fly from with in.
A way.
A lifestyle.
Maybe not always the best.
Processing out loud.
Thinking.
Mulling.
Musing.
Maybe not always the best practice.
A character flaw.
One that needs to be modified, changed. . .
And so, I am learning to hold my tongue, at this ripe old age.
To think before I speak.
A lesson my mother tried to teach me over and over.
Sayings such as, “Silence is golden.”
I am trying to embrace.
As I watch situations unfold I am trying to wait;
to hold back my thoughts.
Let there be room for quiet space.
I work on my heart during these brief moments.
Do I need to offer an opinion?
Are my words needed?
Most of the time the answer is. . . no.
And as I begin to let go, as I quiet my spirit and yield to God,
I am learning to listen more and quiet the anxious thoughts.
30 Days of Thankfulness
I am thankful for
A God who continues to teach us
Forgiveness
New beginnings
frosty mornings
hot coffee (iced coffee too)
breathing in and out and the peace that comes
words
back porch swings
conversations that make me think
a warm home
blankets and cook books
time with my kids
early morning conversations with my farmer
a summer that was so full of graduations and weddings
my happy place
