Monday stuff.
It's amazing to me how something so little as a rose bush coming back from the dead can change the mood around here. This though wasn't just any rose bush. It had a bit of significance and I kind of wrote about it in the last post. What I didn't mention though is the hope of new life it brought with it.
My home has been in turmoil since the day after Father's Day. I mean that. The brief re-appearance of Cindy in my life kind of set the stage for a bit of a pity-party on yours truly. I can see that now, but for the last month, maybe not so much. I was keeping to myself and maybe blaming it on just being tired from working so much overtime was only part of the whole story.
In the midst of that turmoil, a friend of mine (yes, that friend) had some turmoil, too. In fact, I've never seen so much happen to one person at one time in my life. That bit of turmoil spilled over into some extra-extra drama around here and it took that rose bush growing back to resolve that drama.
One thing I've learned is that a servant's heart goes toward serving at home, too. Sometimes it means taking care of things that I sometimes take for granted others do. Sometimes it means biting one's tongue and lately around here, the ability to remain silent has been a God-given gift. A servant's heart went a little way to resolve a conflict at home, but it was the rose growing back that actually diffused the whole situation. We had hope it would grow back and God didn't disappoint. In His time, and for His purpose, the rose bush grew back. You never know what God will do....
I'm wondering too about that dream I had that messed me up all those months ago. As I see the events around my life unfolding, I cannot help but wonder if that dream really has a part in my life and my future. I just don't know and right now, I'm not sure if it does or doesn't. The abundance of caution I wrote about in June has been replaced with flat out reluctance to believe. I have my plan and agenda; it may or may not be in league with what God's plan is.
As the weather turns cooler, I'm starting to set my sights on some indoor projects. I'm very pleased at how the bedroom and bathroom turned out and now it's time to set my sights on repainting some of the other rooms in the house. In the living/dining area, the wallpaper is starting to peel. In the entry way, the dog ate the wallpaper. It may be time to remove the wallpaper and just paint. It's also time to repaint the wood parts of the exterior of the house and the flashing on the roof. It's been about nine years and the pain is starting to show some wear. It's important for me to start making this home mine instead of Wendi's. Little by little, I'm working on that, but I still have to overcome that reluctance to change things. It's not as difficult, but sometimes I find it's still there a little bit.
Slowly, I'm starting to let go of old things and embracing new things. Still, I wonder what surprises will be around the next corner. Around here, one never knows.
Hoping you're having a blessed day today. I know I am!
My home has been in turmoil since the day after Father's Day. I mean that. The brief re-appearance of Cindy in my life kind of set the stage for a bit of a pity-party on yours truly. I can see that now, but for the last month, maybe not so much. I was keeping to myself and maybe blaming it on just being tired from working so much overtime was only part of the whole story.
In the midst of that turmoil, a friend of mine (yes, that friend) had some turmoil, too. In fact, I've never seen so much happen to one person at one time in my life. That bit of turmoil spilled over into some extra-extra drama around here and it took that rose bush growing back to resolve that drama.
One thing I've learned is that a servant's heart goes toward serving at home, too. Sometimes it means taking care of things that I sometimes take for granted others do. Sometimes it means biting one's tongue and lately around here, the ability to remain silent has been a God-given gift. A servant's heart went a little way to resolve a conflict at home, but it was the rose growing back that actually diffused the whole situation. We had hope it would grow back and God didn't disappoint. In His time, and for His purpose, the rose bush grew back. You never know what God will do....
I'm wondering too about that dream I had that messed me up all those months ago. As I see the events around my life unfolding, I cannot help but wonder if that dream really has a part in my life and my future. I just don't know and right now, I'm not sure if it does or doesn't. The abundance of caution I wrote about in June has been replaced with flat out reluctance to believe. I have my plan and agenda; it may or may not be in league with what God's plan is.
As the weather turns cooler, I'm starting to set my sights on some indoor projects. I'm very pleased at how the bedroom and bathroom turned out and now it's time to set my sights on repainting some of the other rooms in the house. In the living/dining area, the wallpaper is starting to peel. In the entry way, the dog ate the wallpaper. It may be time to remove the wallpaper and just paint. It's also time to repaint the wood parts of the exterior of the house and the flashing on the roof. It's been about nine years and the pain is starting to show some wear. It's important for me to start making this home mine instead of Wendi's. Little by little, I'm working on that, but I still have to overcome that reluctance to change things. It's not as difficult, but sometimes I find it's still there a little bit.
Slowly, I'm starting to let go of old things and embracing new things. Still, I wonder what surprises will be around the next corner. Around here, one never knows.
Hoping you're having a blessed day today. I know I am!
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