Bits and Pieces
It seems most of life is lived in small increments, instead of big chunks all at once. Little moments add up to hours, and before you know it, another month has vanished. There’s been random bits and pieces of inspiration floating around in my head, and yet it seems a slight breeze has kept them stirring so they never all settle down into a nice pile of thoughts. I wonder, “Should I write?”, and “Maybe it’s just so random nothing will make sense on paper.” Of course, my pride would like to portray these neat little articles or stories or poems, and it’s not quite as easy on my perfectionism to have a splintering of ideas smashed into one post. But then again, life is made up mostly of little things, and so maybe that’s why we need to write about the random bits and pieces.
The song in my head tonight- “It will matter none, what it’s like up there, if I someday only get to enter in.” I was singing absentmindedly, but the words woke me up. And I realized. It truly won’t matter what it’s like up there. All the things we hope or wish will be there are not nearly as important as Who will be there. And if I’m so concentrated on what is going to be there, maybe I need to step back and focus my eyes on Jesus.
The evenings at home are starting to have a fall/winter pattern. Supper, dishes, make coffee, play board games. Would highly recommend.
My mental health pattern took a steep descent a couple weeks ago. I wondered why. It seemed that everything was overwhelming. The thoughts swirled around in my head, consuming all my energy. I’d try to make thankful lists, and on and on, but nothing seemed to help. God kindly spoke to me, and with a few words found in a conversation with Blake, I started to see the problem. I was waiting for happiness to come to me. But the thing about feeling positive or being happy wasn’t something to wait for. Rather, it was my choice to choose to change. And my circumstances didn’t need to affect my choice.
Wise words found in a Sunday school discussion, “If I feel driven to do something, no matter what it is, it likely is not directed by the Holy Spirit. I either need to let it go, or, if it truly is necessary, then I need to cheerful doing it.”
Winter is a time to rest. Nature tells us simply by giving us less hours of light. There is no need to feel guilty for slipping into a softer schedule.
I read an article on the woman’s role. What stood out to me the most was how I needed to be at peace in my home. Because I am the one who spends the most time in our home, it is up to me to maintain the walls of peace. No matter what storms come our way, we can be found in our true “Shelter in the time of storm” .
And there they are. The dust settles as the bits and pieces have been put into words. May you find your own ordinary and yet perfect moments today. They are the gold in this life. 💛