Sandwiched

Join me in the Five Minute Friday Challenge hosted by Lisa-Jo Baker. Participants write for 5 minutes with no editing, no over thinking, and no backtracking. This week’s word is: In between.

 

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First came the mint green clothed in years worth of grotty. Even scrubbed clean it isn’t really. We’ve patched and mended. Added white and blue. Come up with ways to make the yuck a little less so.  Like adding makeup to a damaged face that really needs plastic surgery. There just isn’t time. A week and a half would have kept us busy enough. Five days has made it difficult not to stress too much. One and two in the wee hours of the morning have become suddenly familiar. Plan A has warped into Plan B. Still we push on. Plan C is blossoming on the horizon. So much still to do. We wanted to be at the end by now but find ourselves sandwiched in between. Our hearts inspire grand visions and possibilities. Our heads speak of practical limitations. However far we reach tonight will have to do.

What matters is that you are loved. And know it.

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Now, your turn…

A Clean Rhythm

Join me in the Five Minute Friday Challenge hosted by Lisa-Jo Baker. Participants write for 5 minutes with no editing, no over thinking, and no backtracking. This week’s word is: Rhythm.

 

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I’m not kidding when I tell you the house is messy. That may be more of a euphemism than anything else. Life feels out of whack in general. In my head, in my home, in my heart. I’ve been too exhausted to even look at it. So I’ve granted myself some ‘Mary time’ and rested. The chaos will still be there when I’m feeling better.

A moment of inspiration. A wee burst of ‘oomph’. The dishwasher is emptied. The stack of dirty dishes on the bench shrinks as I reload.

While I’m up I might as well see what else can be done. It’s not really all that hard to carry the dirty clothes basket to the laundry and pile stuff into the machine.

Yesterday these tasks were more than I could handle. Today the rhythm of the machines (may God mightily bless the inventors thereof) is music to my soul. The mess is unraveling, shrinking, quietening down. Giving way to order, a fresh start, and peace.

(Stop)

Now, your turn…

A Hot Chocolate Moment

So the blog has been pretty quiet lately. Life has been ultra busy. And I’ve been sick (with the flu) and as much as I think about writing and desire to put something down on paper (or keyboard) so to speak – it just hasn’t happened.

So I give myself the week off. I think, well I can always blog next week when life is a little less hectic. But each week seems to bring with it a long list of to-dos. And I get overwhelmed (again).

This is life right now. This is the season I’m in. Officially school holidays begin in a couple more days. But I can’t even think about resting because we have so much we need to achieve during that time.

I have shared some of these burdens with a beautiful group of women in an (in)courage group (join one if you can). I am so blessed to have them in my life. These caring souls who have lifted my burdens heavenward, speak encouragement to my heart also.

God is bigger.

He knows what’s going on.

He can handle it.

Rest in Him.

^{Jeremiah 32:17} “Ah, Sovereign Lord, you have made the heavens and the earth by your great power and outstretched arm. Nothing is too hard for you. 

So won’t you sit here for a quiet moment with me? Perhaps enjoy a cup of tea, or hot chocolate. We grow that in our garden. It’s a rose.

Isn’t it gorgeous?