Most days my mind races,
never asking for a break.
Lately I'm short on ideas,
A new day, another empty slate.
I try to come up with something
worth leaving in this blog.
Life's clouds that surround me are heavy.
Can't see much in this fog.
To tell or re-tell a good story,
whether it's yours or whether it's mine,
Is the only goal I have here.
Good exercise for my mind.
So I try to leave something useful,
for someone else to find.
A short interesting article,
a silly little rhyme.
I'm reminded of what farmers do
with their fields since long ago.
Rest the land for a season.
Allow weeds and grass to grow.
Soil that never asks for a break,
left alone instead.
Fallow ground is quiet and still.
Hope of better days, ahead.
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Not every day, week, or season of our lives is goose bumps and laughter.
Maybe that's where I am right now.
Maybe that's where you are too.
Quiet times and reflection are still good times.
We can still honor God, love our family, and live our best life.
I'm reminded of the first part of Psalm 23. (below)
The part obout being made to lie down in green pastures, being led, and the promise of God restoring our soul.
I think sometimes we get so busy, we have to be "made" to lie down.
There's hope! And Rest ! And Restoration!
Even in difficult times.
Better days are ahead.
