God's Will

A few weeks ago at church, our minister talked of "God's Will." He readily admitted that sometimes God's Will is hard to find, and can be equally difficult to understand, when you do find it. There was one message that struck a chord with me. He said you can tell you are doing God's will when you find you are immersed in doing things that you never imagined yourself doing, and doing them with joy.

Emerson and I invited my Dad (Papa to Emerson) to a Father's Day lunch last week. Dad asked me what I have been doing lately. I found myself describing my Vacation Bible School experience; planting flowers; readying for pending parties, reading a new book; working on a few home improvement projects; and of course, playing with and teaching Emerson. He looked up and smiled at me and said, "that's very domestic of you. "
A few years ago, no one who knows me would have described my daily routine as "domestic."
Who would of thought? And then I knew who...God.

Thanking God for knowing more than me, C

Zero at the Bone

When I was little, my Mom would assign me the chore of picking weeds so that I could earn my own spending money. I never understood why it was so important to her to have her gardens be weed-free. I understand now, and absolutely find solice in spending an hour or so, weeding the beds and clipping the undesirables. Today, I lifted a branch from the flowers' bed and was pleasantly startled by what I found there. Immediately, I smiled and began reciting one of my favorite poems by my favorite poet, Emily Dickinson. Read on...can you guess what I found in the garden? C

A narrow Fellow in the Grass
Occasionally rides
You may have met Him, did you not
His notice sudden is
The Grass divides as with a Comb
A spotted shaft is seen
And then it closes at your feet
And opens further on
He likes a Boggy Acre
A Floor too cool for Corn
Yet when a Boy, and Barefoot
I more than once at Noon
Have passed, I thought, a Whip lash
Unbraiding in the Sun
When stooping to secure it
It wrinkled, and was gone
Several of Nature's People
I know, and they know me
I feel for them a transport
Of cordiality
But never met this Fellow
Attended, or alone
Without a tighter breathing
And Zero at the Bone