I’m not feeling particularly inclined to write poetry today. I work longer hours these days, and I’ve not been able to get to as many of the things I love to do…the strange paradox of working at something that is not your heart’s choosen labor. Were I given a choice…I would rather be at home writing my thoughts and creating art by pen from my inner self. But I digress. 🙂
Today is beautiful. I can see the dampened richness of the golden leaves and dark brown limbs of the maple tree in our backyard. Rain falls steady and soft on the tin roof. One of my cats, Caspian, is draped over my monitor taking a nap (and blocking parts of the screen) while Grey chooses to camp under my desk. I can hear my parents downstairs talking. Peaceful.
I always see a day off as a checklist of things to accomplish while I have time. Days before, I begin to triage and reorder this list, wondering which things can wait longer and which items need my attention or else. So my day off is often a disappointment, because life seldom goes as planned. I might get one thing finished…or none at all…because other things, basic things, must be dealt with first. Perhaps, my list should be added to with a better sense of practicality. You know, I pray for guidance and productiveness at work, but at home I forget to do this more often than not. Silly under-sight I’m thinking.
So this rainy day in early autumn, I choose to do what I can. Yet I refuse to be disappointed if I do not check off 1 through 10 on my ever growing list. I have decided to rest, prayfully and with childlike joy, doing those things that I can. Trusting that my Heavenly Father understands, I can be both restful and productive. No pressure…I should feel free to enjoy what I do, and my hardest taskmaster is myself. Hard work has its place, but so does being still enough to recharge and be whole. Jesus went away to the mountain to pray and rest. If His example were taken seriously by all, I know mankind would be healthier and more at peace.
“Now it was during this time that Jesus went out to the mountain to pray, and He spent all night in prayer to God.” Luke 6:11 NET