There will be no planning ahead in this 31 day challenge. My words, if I remember them all, will be thoughts that show up and make sense in an all of sudden way.
For me, for now.
This morning, I added in the final page of my latest journal its dates, 6/19-10/30.
A thick journal filled with quite alot, heavy and pretty ecru colored pages marked with dailies. I have loved this book and its time.
I woke this morning, surprised I’d not heard the rain.
Made sense though, I slept through the normal noises of morning.
Coffee, lamplight, stack of books and me
My morning spot.
New journal in hand, the one quaintly adorned with a feather to remind, I begin my day.
Resigned and surrendered to what may come as I read the words of Matthew, their beckoning tone of rest. A new place for me, accepting and trusting, come what may or what will.
Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.29 Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30
I moved about lazily as I am prone to do, moving closer towards leaving my spot in the lamplight, my little morning corner.
Quiet house, slow and easy, my favorite way now.
Thinking of answered prayers, of prayers offered and of prayer meeting last night,
Ten or so of us, standing in hand holding circle to pray.
Each pray-er a different tone, a different grateful heart, a different sound of supplicate
I stopped then to remember more clearly as I glanced again, pausing at the prayer filled journal
A compilation of yearning, of growth, of challenge and surrender.
My mind, quiet then and more clearly causing me to wait, to let my thoughts making sense rest for a bit there.
“This morning, Lisa, here is where you are.”
” I have learned so much of myself, many things more clearly
I have finally allowed God to teach me.”