Sunday Reflections

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I had full intentions of going to 8 a.m. Sunday service, as we usually do, but it is currently 8:03 and I am sitting on my couch in flannel pajama pants. My child, who I put to bed at 7:30 yesterday evening, is still sleeping. I attempted to wake her up, but she was dead to the world. My motherly intuition is sending up the flag that this little family needs another morning of being slow and peaceful before the Monday rush hits. So here I sit, reflecting upon the changing of the seasons.

It’s getting to be that time of year. Really, it is already upon us. The time of year when schedules get really full and budgets get really tight. I don’t know about you, but the demands on my time and on my bank account grow exponentially as the holidays approach. I’m already stressing about it and trying to figure out some boundaries that will keep us sane this season. Figuring out what to say yes to and what to let pass can get complicated, but I’m determined to create space for peace during the holidays.

Then, there is the change in the light. If there is a roster for seasonal affective disorder, sign me up. Nothing makes me relate more to Kipling’s fable about the rhinoceros with the dry, stale cake crumbs under his skin than the longer periods of darkness. Already, I pine for the surplus of sun and the pace of life provided by long summer days.

Finally, there is the season of change in me and in my life. I don’t know if it’s just my age and stage in life that has increased my ability to sense when a change is coming or if that is due to a deeper walk with the Lord. Perhaps it’s a little bit of both or an amalgamation of many other things I don’t yet realize. Whatever the case may be, when the icky feeling of discomfort creeps upon me, I no longer react with full blown anxiety, fear, and agitation. Those things are still there, don’t get me wrong. I am still very much human. The difference is that those emotions are short-lived and far less intense than they once were. The greater difference is that now those emotions cause me to look up and talk to my God about this new thing He is doing in my life. Now when fear and discomfort hit, I don’t camp out there. I saddle up and get ready to ride, because I know a new trail is opening up ahead.

Writing this blog has been one of those new trails that I never expected to open up in my life. Yet, here I am, getting to know some lovely new people and getting to reconnect with people  that I haven’t been able to catch up with for far too long. I’m blessed to be here and to have this avenue to connect. I’m grateful for all of you who have reached out with encouragement, kind words, ideas, suggestions, and candid stories of your own lives and experiences. It makes me a better person to have the feedback.

I hope you also are finding some time to enjoy and reflect upon the changing of the seasons. As always, I’d love to hear what the Lord is putting on your heart and mind as the seasons change. Blessings on your Sunday!

 

 

 

 

 

 

2 thoughts on “Sunday Reflections

  1. Enjoyed reading. God does have a way of clearing our schedules and directing our days…I just started following your blog and look forward to reading more. I was a single mother for many years before I met my wonderful husband. Stay strong for your precious little one…time fly’s and any parenting struggles will soon be a thing of the past to reflect back upon.
    God Bless, JoAnne

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