Monday, February 28, 2011

Ninth Monday, 2011

It's an ordinary day.  No major excitement.  Except for the roaring wind outside, it's quiet.  A bit slow.  I welcome it, this first day in a week of less: less running, less teaching, fewer commitments.  It's a slow week sandwiched between some very full, busy, outward focused times.  I plan to attend to some projects that have been pushed aside and put off in the fullness of the days. 

Starting this week with thanksgiving...

1697.  Wind roaring outside just now*
1698.  Daffodils, forsythia - the yellows come first
1699.  Two afternoons to dig, rake, prune, weed
1700.  A first time visit to a friend's farm home
1701.  Lunch out with friends after church
1702.  Watching Joel play soccer
1703.  Hearing the goalie say he feels protected when Joel's in his position at center back
1704.  Sitting with Thomas and Kay in church
1705.  Anticipating new projects
1706.  Reading in the hammock
1707.  A tidied garden
1708.  A gift given for a new computer (thank you, thank you, thank you!)
1709.  Reading, singing, praying together at home
1710.  This morning's walk
1711.  The privilege of doing pre-marital counseling with couples together with Coty
1712.  Crisp apples, tart clementines, sweet dates
1713.  Thoughtful, insightful writing
1714.  Sweet time with my sister-in-law.
1715.  God's faithfulness and enabling to persevere
1716.  Waiting
1717.  Spring breaks and boys heading home before long!
1718.  Remembering a dear friend who went home four years ago yesterday

* That roaring wind reminds me of the first lines of Amy Carmichael's poem, posted four years ago as Linda was nearing her death. 

"Before the winds that blow do cease,
Teach me to dwell with Thy calm;
Before the pain has passed in peace,
Give me, my God, to sing a psalm.
Let me not lose the chance to prove
The fullness of enabling love.
O Love of God, do this for me:
Maintain a constant victory."

Surely, thanksgiving is one of the ways we dwell within His calm.  And this counting, a small chance to prove the fullness of His enabling love.

2 comments:

Bonnie said...

Love the connection with Amy's poem.
His faithfulness.
His love....I love that line "give me to sing a psalm!

tonia said...

Meg plays left defender. and she's good. that would be a fun soccer field match up. :) if you guys weren't like, a million states away.