Things don’t always go my way.
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.
Maybe not always the best.
Processing out loud.
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
hot coffee (iced coffee too)
breathing in and out and the peace that comes
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