Spring and I think of this new season that is upon us...this unknown territory. And I watch. I think of these cows...quarantined if you will. They fearful to go to new places...though the new places are a safe place.
This morning I given a word...I am not sure why I receive these words though often I figure out...sometimes just to ponder. But this word--Aspiration. Now I do not really use this word and not completely certain of the definition which also gives me something to ponder...and so I look it up.
- 1.a
hope or ambition of achieving something:" the yawning gulf
between aspiration and reality"
- 2.the
action or process of drawing breath.
Both of these seem to hit. The first as I think of my purpose...I had listened to a man confined to a hospital room with no one to talk to him...and God sent a cleaner...this man had an accent it seemed Irish. Anyway he gave a testimony and how his life was touched by the man who cleaned the rooms. I think of how we don't have to touch every life...but if we just touch one life...that a hope...an ambition if you will. Which brings the next definition of drawing breath...drawing breath...and perhaps it should be with each breath we draw...may we achieve something. Sometimes it may just be doing that daily thing you do...yet it is achievement.
I had read in Jesus Calling by Sarah Young this morning of: "I have planted Peace in the garden of your heart, where I live; but there are weeds growing there too: pride, worry, selfishness, unbelief. I am the Gardener, and I am working in various ways. When you sit quietly with Me, I shine the Light of My Presence directly into your heart. In this heavenly Light, Peace grows abundantly and weeds shrivel up. I also send trials into your life. When you trust Me in the midst of trouble, Peace flourishes and weeds die away."
Tis the season of spring of gardening. Throwing out those weeds that threaten that which is intended to live abundantly. I had read verses this morning...in the New King James Version there is usually a title...this one says: "Seeing the Invisible"...
Therefore we do not lose heart. Even though our outward man is perishing, yet the inward man is being renewed day by day. For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, is working for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory, while we do not look at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen. For the things which are seen are temporary, but things which are not seen are eternal. 2 Corinthians 4:16-18
This written by Paul and I had read something this morning of Paul who was quarantined...and yet how many people he reached talking of Jesus...his "letters" are cherished writings in the Bible...he did not have the social media platforms we have today...yet he shared the love of Jesus and here I sit at my kitchen "table" reading his words of not losing heart.
And there are so many things before us that we are missing...longing for...and we are afraid because people can die and I know this is true. Yet in our life before this season...didn't we do things quite often from which we could die...death something we all will do...they say your chances are 1 in 1. And I do not try to make light of what is before us. However, I have watched people with cancer...and other battles for life...for breath...told they have days to live...who seem to live life with hmmm...aspiration...with each breath...with purpose...because they did not know when their last day would be.
And here we have been given opportunity to be close with those we love. We are allowed to continue to communicate in a way many of us usually do on our phones...computers...yet now we long for face to face...for hugs...for sharing a meal...and maybe the bigger question is are we thankful? Are we living as such that if this were the day...would we be ready? I came across an old sunrise picture from days gone by that I had added words and just spoke to me...
And so a new day...today that green grass had covered with white...but the storm has passed for now. I think of an old Jessie Coulter song (she married to Waylon Jennings...okay maybe you don't remember...) But it was storms never last do they baby...and this one of those storms...so hang on and keep your faith...love your people...and try not to worry...so with that said I say good night...and thanks for listening in to my rambles and taking a little bike ride...God bless you and keep you! lyp
