Skip to main content

Quieting the Storm

It is still dark in our bedroom.  I lay there --- wide awake.  What had woke me up?  I felt so uneasy --- so unsettled.  Soon the alarm sounded.  "What time is it?" I ask my husband.  It was 5:30 --- oh if I could just get back to sleep --- if only for a little while.

I lay first on one side -- then on the other -- as negative thoughts run like water through my mind --- effecting my heart --- not bad thoughts --- just thoughts that made me feel uneasy --- unsettled.

With a sigh I say "I can't sleep so I am going out to the garden to work.  Getting dressed I rush to the back door.  As I opened it I saw a cloudy sky.  The air had a kind of "misty smell"  All was quiet and at peace.  The world was just beginning to wake up.  I took in a deep breath and walked to the feed shed for a bucket.

As I knelt in the garden ready to pick my first beans something drew my attention to the creek.  I still had that "yak" feeling --- I didn't want to pick beans --- so I walked slowly to the creek. I crossed over to the other side --- where I had been working.  A little island of sorts.  I have been cleaning away dead trees and branches to make it my "quiet place"

Oh my goodness -- what a mess-- I hadn't been over here for awhile.  A dead tree had fell and branches lay everywhere.  I started to clean them away -- piling them to be burned.  I must bring the mower over here --- on and on my mind raced.  Filling with this to do and that to do -- trying to wash away those negative thoughts.

All of a sudden it was as if something told me  "Go and set --- just set --- there on that bridge --  just set -- do nothing -- just set and listen.  So -- slowly I dropped the branch I was holding and walked to the little bridge and sat down.

I just sat there --- looking around --- listening  All was very quiet and still.  Not a sound.  It really wasn't beautiful --- that scene.  The creek was dry -- the grass and weeds all sorts of heights --  the old dead tree laying across resting on another.  The clouds still covered the sun -- but I sat there listening --- looking --- for what?

All was quiet --- still --- not a leaf moved.  All of a sudden a turtle dove called its mournful song in the distance.  I sat --- I listened --- there it was again --- who who --- who ---who.  A little squirrel scampered across the tall grass to a tree.  There it was again --- that turtle dove.

I looked around me -- that tall uneven grass -- that dead tree -- the dry creek bed-- the trees reaching up to the sky.  I saw it all --- Gods beautiful creation -- waiting there -- each in their place -- waiting -- patiently -- quietly -- for the new day to begin.

I thought to myself --- "You are just like nature really.  God made you wonderfully -- He wants you to trust Him -- He allowed you to wake up to another new day.  You need to be content --- and most of all --- thankful.

So I sat there --- listening --- as creation around me waited --- for the new day to begin.  I sat --- as my heart filled with new hope -- new thoughts --- because I belonged.

"I go to the garden alone --- while the dew is still on the roses"

You may wonder how I could write this after reading my previous post but this just shows you how human we really are,  Some more than others.  I just couldn't sleep this early morning so I got up and reread this post I had written some time back.  Just reading it and placing myself there on that bridge once again made me see life as a privilege.









Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Chapter 21 Move Over----We're Coming

It was the last week in January and the building was complete. It sat just north and east of our house. Goodness, compared to our current little metal farrowing huts, we appeared to really be in business. It measured 24 x 80 and was brown in color with a white roof. Two grain bins sat at the north side. One held grain for the farrowing and one for the nursery. An auger tube ran from the bin into the building so you could fill your buckets inside. There was a large pit at the end where all the goody would go for storage. Inside, fourteen crates sat on top of slatted flooring. Seven on each side, with a wide aisle down the middle and an aisle behind each row of crates. At the end of the middle aisle was the door into the nursery. Four large pens lined both sides back there with feeders and automatic waters in each pen. This was where the baby pigs would come at three weeks to be weaned from momma. Everything about this building was brand new. There was a very important reason for that!...

The Heart Buds {Current}

She rocked back and forth there on the deck as the sun sank lower in the western skies. It had been one of those days that she was so happy to be alive. So happy to let her heart fly free in the warm breeze. She sat there wondering...what was happening to her? She had changed somehow. Oh yes she will forever be a farmers wife. She will always love the feel of wind in her hair, sunshine on her face, raindrops dripping off her nose. She will forever love to sit among the pasture grass on a warm summers night, and watch as the sun turns the western sky to oranges and golds. Or raise her face to let the moonbeams dance all around her, or thrill to the call of the coyote. She will always love the simple country life. She always loved the springtime on the farm. She loved to watch as tiny little buds popped out on a tree limb. She loved to see the pear trees spread their white cloud of blossoms against the dark blue sky. She loved to kneel there in the flower beds, take her hand and wipe...

Chapter 18 His First Big Step

I sat on a little chair there in the kindergarten room. Bret stood as close to me as he could get, curiously looking from one side of the room to the other. On my lap sat Kate, playing with my purse handle as she watched Mrs Miller move around her desk. We had come to visit with Mrs Miller. She would be Bret's teacher in about two weeks. Mrs Miller was an older lady and so very gentle. Her room was very colorful. There was an area where all colors of blocks sat in little containers. There was a larger area where a big chair sat in front and all around were books. I could picture little Bret sitting there with his friends, cross legged on the floor, all eyes on Mrs. Miller as she read them their favorite books. I was sure Bret would enjoy his days there with her and all his little friends. As we visited, Bret moved slowly away from me and cautiously around the room exploring here and there, but little Kate sat stuck to my lap. A few days later, Bret, Kate and I went to Wa...