My God loves me. I know this in so many ways, but especially today. It started when I woke to discover a beautiful fog covering my neighborhood. I love fog. I don't exactly know why, but I just do. Something so comforting about it - feels very snug and cozy to me. It feels peaceful and serene - it seems to make the world a quite place.
So I got my fog this morning - a big hug from God. And then as I sat at my computer with my steaming hot cup of coffee (in my happy flower mug) connection after connection started to happen. I had spent some time journaling about a connected moment I had this week. I had been on my knees in prayer - in total frustration over the state of my life. Miserable in my bookkeeping job and feeling guilty because in todays economy I should be grateful just to have a job. So there I am, bended knees, head down, telling God I have so much more I want to be doing. Ha! - me TELLING God what I have planned - yes, I see the humor. My reply was that I'm doing exactly what I need to be doing in this moment - at this time - in this day. I answered that there is so much more that I want out of life. Response - Why would I give you more when you are not happy with what you have right now. Ouch. I sunk a little lower when I realized the truth of that statement. I spent the rest of the week focused on living in the moment and being grateful for exactly what is.
So I am at my computer, catching up on a week's worth of emails, blog viewings etc. and the power of connectedness hit me broadside. I reconnected with a friend who was instrumental in getting this whole art journey going. I got connected to a website offering a collage workshop that I have now signed up for. One thing after another. Boom, boom, boom. It has left me a little breathless this morning and very excited and worked up. I am now off to spend an hour in my backyard - working on clean up that should have been done months ago. I don't feel one bit of resentment about having to do it - it's all o.k. I am at peace today, in this moment, at this time.
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