I sit with the puppy, my mama’s quilt turned to the side with color, the puppy ate a rubber toy, the red ink of duck lips I concluded.
I flip it over, will wash it today. It’ll wait.
I think of my daddy when I think the word, “Idle”.
This daughter of his was altogether unprepared for independence and yet, I could charge my battery with a jump and when my little blue Celica wouldn’t start, I knew where to spark its start using a screwdriver to beat on just the right wire.
Crazy to think.
Resilience began late for me.
It hasn’t finished just yet.
On a Monday following a post about time chasing after things, I’m happy to have put my pen down, new to do list complete.
I’m sitting on the sofa, moving slowly into Monday.
The puppy is in heaven, our bonding getting better.
Positive reinforcement, not negative, consistent reward and maintaining my cues. What a job! He’s smart and according to the trainer, he really wants to please.
Full disclosure, I wanted a dog but chose a puppy.
Everything in life, a lesson…
Stay at it.
Someone said to me yesterday, resisting change and decision.
“Let’s just idle a little longer.”
I wonder what is their fear of moving forward.
I remembered my daddy telling me before the days of daughters stranded on the interstate with cell phones…I remembered his instruction.
Once you get it started, let it idle but not for long, give it the gas and keep going…My daddy, gone 21 years, this month on the 11th.
Warmth fills my eyes at the thought of me on the side of the road just outside of scary to me Atlanta, remembering how to start my car with a flathead screwdriver.
Wishing this morning I had thanked him for making me see that I was capable.
Capable combined with ideas.
Not able to be idle for long.
I’m learning it’s true what they say about confident waiting, about taking your hands and heart from a situation.
To be surprised when God shows up, shows out or simply gives a nudge.
Because I love understanding words, I compared “idle” to “waiting”.
Found “idle” to be not such a good thing: doing nothing, wasting valuable time, inactive or avoiding work.
Waiting lends itself to a more hopeful stance: expecting, anticipating, to pause or my favorite, “stand by”.
I can visualize “stand by”.
It is evidence of believing truths like God fighting for me when I stay still. It’s indicative of faith, you know the whole enduring in hope of what you haven’t clearly seen.
Like the screwdriver in the hand of a scared and naive young woman about to flunk out on her art scholarship private college…
Waiting only takes a spark, a connection, one thing affecting another
And your engine is started.
You don’t idle. You put your hand and heart to the tasks, you know your ideas are like the pedal to the metal in the dark journey all alone, back home.
Back to you.
I think of a quote, knowing I don’t read nearly enough, so very grateful for recall.
Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it. Mary Oliver
New this morning?
Dare I share that secret sweet hopeful maybe idea?
A coffee table type book of illustrations, my art, my “Bible girls”, each girl, a story about hope.
Continue and believe.
Maybe, I’ll wait