I suppose this applies to cookie dough, too?
And swimming within an hour of eating?
Bah. Hasn’t killed me yet.
This is the beauty I get to run in.
One of the best places on earth, full of His glory, His people, His creation. I run past crazy alpacas, bewildered cows, geese on the ponds, beautiful open fields. Rarely a car passes, and the driver almost always waves. Sometimes the fog is rolling over these mountains like sea billows, sometimes the sky above them is fiery red and orange.
But this is where my eyes tend to focus.
Isn’t that a lovely white line? So straight and simple.
Shoulders hunched, eyes down, I shuffle along this white line. Like Eeyore in the Hundred Acre Wood.
“Good morning, Pooh Bear,” said Eeyore gloomily. “If it is a good morning,” he said. “Which I doubt,” said he.
“Why, what’s the matter?”
“Nothing, Pooh Bear, nothing. We can’t all, and some of us don’t. That’s all there is to it.
“”Can’t all what?” said Pooh, rubbing his nose.
“Gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush.”
Just the other day I realized I ran through the valley this way. So I purposefully lifted my head, my eyes, my thoughts. My smile followed suit. This. Is. Beautiful. I love to run here! I am blessed to live here, and abundantly blessed to be able to run here.
I just needed a change in perspective.
I will lift up my eyes to the hills–From whence comes my help?
My help [comes] from the LORD, Who made heaven and earth. – Psa 121:1-2 NKJV
One of my favorite words, perspective. Probably because I so often am snapped to reality and see where my perspective has gone astray. What if everything I did in a day was done with God’s perspective? What if I stopped taking for granted His artwork all around and instead began to live enjoying it! Little ol’ me, walking in His gallery?
For since the creation of the world His invisible [attributes] are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, – Romans 1:20a NKJV
We all want our work to be appreciated.
I will look up ; )
10 steps to stay alive to the beauty of God’s world
Taken from my daughter’s high school biology book:
George Wald, winner of the 1967 Nobel Prize for Medicine, Harvard University biology professor and author of Frontiers of Modern Biology on Theories of Origins of Life (1972) stated plainly:
“I do not want to believe in God. Therefore I choose to believe in that which I know is scientifically impossible, spontaneous generation leading to evolution.”
Wow. George Wald, a son of Jewish immigrants who spent his life observing and studying the handiwork of God, ‘exchanged the truth of God for the lie’ (Romans 1:25). A man far more intelligent than myself, yet lacking wisdom.
The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge…Proverbs 1:7
Interestingly, his Nobel Prize was for discoveries concerning the primary physiological and chemical visual processes in the eye.
Let me just say how thankful I am for the freedom to educate our children the way we choose, and thankful that the Truth is not fragile. I’m grateful that we can discuss opposing views without getting our feathers ruffled (most of the time!) because we have a Solid Rock to land on, not shifting sands of public opinion or ‘new research’. What’s new to God, anyway?!
Great thoughts of your sin alone will drive you to despair; but great thoughts of Christ will pilot you into the haven of peace. ~ Spurgeon
So true. But still, so many nights I go to bed heavy-headed with all the mistakes of the day. Oh, let me replace thoughts of my sins alone with the great goodness of Christ.
Today was laden with sins.
You would think that I would know better – I homeschool 4 ‘Sharp Paynes’ – so where’d this idea that my time was my own come from? Truly, today it was too much to think that I could have my own thoughts, my own time, my own personal space. Selfish living leads to so much frustration! I had plans, interrupted by wonderful people and unforeseen circumstances, and I had a hard time dealing with that. My thoughts and plans were continually interrupted with questions and needs, and putting together sentences was really hard. Thus, I think in fragments.
Fragmented – my first grader is working on recognizing fragments in grammar. I should teach him that when people start speaking in fragments, they’re mind is overloaded and they need a time-out. Need time-out. Time-out for a game of Jenga with Bailey. Time-out for dinner conversation. Time-out of my selfishness and pushy-ness.
The great goodness of Christ has wiped out the handwriting that was against me. Today I
messed up, I was selfish, I was insensitive. God was good to me again today, and tonight I’ll sleep in the haven of peace!
“(Insert rambunctious child’s name here), why are you playing football in the garage? Come in and get your math book out!”
“(Insert studious-but-almost-too-smart child’s name here), are you using Google Translate for your latin?”
“Mom, what makes clouds move?”
“Wind. What book are you reading, since it is reading time?”
At 9:30 a.m., I remind myself that schedules are just for guidance.
9:52. Speeches about attitudes being more important than school : )
At 11:34, I tell the teacher to “relax , don’t worry about the dishes (books, floors, laundry, dinner…). Enjoy the moment with your childents.” I ignore the reminder and start setting timers.
At noon we eat lunch (leftover-shmeftovers) and I read about the destruction of Sennacherib from 2 Kings 18 and 19. I remind the kids about the prayer prayed during worship on Sunday – how the Rabshakeh came hurling insults at our God, and in the morning 185,000 blood-thirsty warriors lay dead. And Israel didn’t lift a finger against them.
We marvel at how awesome God is! Not just the story itself – the saving of Israel. But of His love and attention to us and the details of our lives.
Our recitation for this month is The Destruction of Sennacherib by Lord Byron. So when I heard the prayer Sunday, I just had to smile. Because I love it when God speaks to me again and again, the same thing:
I see you. I love you.
And Lord, give me eyes to see, because I know I miss so much. With my head down, I push through the day and miss a thousand reminders from You. Thank You for this home, these children, my husband, and Your voice.
Well, I did it. I jumped on the bandwagon. “All my friends are blogging…”. After a year or so of considering the pros and weighing the cons, I finally did it. Am doing it.
This is the place where I will attempt to gather all my fleeting thoughts. It’ll be kinda like talking to myself, except someone else might hear. A little risky, but those who know me already think I’m a little goofy, and those who don’t know me will now have something to base their opinions on.