It is very quiet in my house this morning, that is unusual. The little ones are off to school. The teenager's are still sleeping, and the tween has a friend over, and is occupied. Praise the Lord for silence, it is a gift, though not given often. For once I am not rushed to run someone somewhere, or feeling the pressure of a work deadline. I am thinking about things like planting flowers, and going to a friends house for a knitting lesson. I love that life has so many interesting facets. I love it even more when I have a breather, when I can think about the things that bring me joy, and fill up my spirit. Creative things tend to do that for me. When I have time to scrapbook, or design a piece of jewelry, when I have time to learn to knit, or get into a really good book. Those are small pleasures that get ignored much of the time as I race about life. We need darkness to appreciate the sun, we need cold to appreciate warmth, we need craziness to appreciate peace. I very much appreciate the peace of listening to the peacock's squawk, and my dog snore, as I take a moment to take inventory of my day. Life is good.
I am a girl with strong faith. Strong, blind, childlike faith. My atheist friends are bewildered by it. They cannot understand how such a smart woman would believe such "nonsense". I have no explanation other than, I just do. I preface this post with that statement because, you won't find me quoting scripture here. Though I would if I were more confident in my ability to do so competently. I do not have that confidence, never have. I am a believer. My belief has been nurtured by life experience, by answered prayers, by constant evidence that God cares about me. I see his hand in big things and small. I look to him for guidance and help in all things. I am not a Biblical scholar. I have always been somewhat insecure about that. I am bolstered up by the words of a Godly woman much wiser than I who assures me that "I am living my walk out loud". My faith is not in my knowledge of the scripture, but in the...
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