Next time a sunrise steals your breath or a meadow of flowers leaves you speechless, remain that way.
Say nothing, and listen as heaven whispers,
“Do you like it? I did it just for you.”
Max Lucado, author and writer and preacher
at Oak Hills Church in San Antonio, Texas. 1955-
Well having got over the blues from yesterday I awoke to anther sunny day. Hasn’t anyone remembered that August is the middle of winter here in Aotearoa/ New Zealand?
And doesn’t the sunshine make everything so much better? The family all left early as is their wont – work, school and university beckoned and I was alone in the house. I remember during the busy years thinking how great it would be to have a day to myself and to decide exactly how I would spend it. Well now I have many such days. And with nothing much to do this started me thinking about some of the posts I have published in the past. One such sprang immediately to mind – My Lot is Cast. I wrote this in February 2012 and now rereading it reminds me of how lucky I am.
My sister in Los Angeles, a prolific reader had introduced me to Josephine Tey and the book To Love and Be Wise and quoted a poem from that book :
“My lot is cast in inland places,
Far from sounding beach
and crying gull,
who knew the sea’s voice from my babyhood
Must listen to a river purling
Through green fields
And small birds gossiping
Among the leaves”.
At the time, I was playing, trying my hand at writing poetry and came up with my own poem about my Lot.
My lot is cast
In different places
Not beside the river or the ocean
But in the city with its life and vitality.
Not in the distant years of my youth
Nor the busy years of family life
But the peaceful years of time for me
To enjoy friends and family.
Time to investigate new things
New activities and new friends
Time to be me.
And this is still my Lot. Even after the awful things that have happened in 12 months, I’m happy with my Lot and have plenty for which to be grateful.
And then after reading and a little writing and lunch I spent several hours with a friend. A short walk, cup of coffee at a new (for me) coffee shop and back to her house for a few rounds of UpWord.
All in all a day well spent. So another day comes to an end.
“Sunsets are the prelude to another beautiful day. And whatever happens the sun will rise tomorrow.”
Judith Baxter, blogger, friend, mother, grandmother 1938 –