10 Minute Freewrite

I am grateful that my world is small. The only tribulation is dh underfoot and he's gone back to work, taking #1 son with him, and my days are my own again. I've planted my containers. Celebrated in red and white this year on my porch, with a sprinkling of peppermint, thyme, cilantro, parsley and sage. I have a carnation that is called Cinnamon Red Hot and it smells just like them. You catch it as soon as you walk out my door. I have a lush King Coleus and my Mom's succulent/bromeliad (don't know which) standing guard as well. Now all I have to do is plant my baskets with Chocolate morning glories and see if I can get them to trail rather than climb. I'm not hopeful, but I'll never know if I don't try. Of course I could ask, but what's the fun in that.

This year I got the back done as well. Shocking pinks, reds and purples with bits of brilliant yellow thrown in. It cheers me up just to look out there in the morning.

I also got myself a small garden table and a "treasure chest" where I keep a pad and pencil, current reading materials, and my Examining the Scriptures Daily book. I am coming to love my morning moments on the porch. I read then deadhead. Life is assuming a rhythm again.

Keep moving. My fingers want to stop and think but I won't let them. I did it again. Started editing Cousins and ended up reading it instead. I really have to stop that and stay familiar with it, get it done. I want so badly to get that done. I want to get back to the writing. Back to being in touch with what matters most. My family--spiritual and physical. It doesn't matter what condition the world swirls about in around me. I know it's in control. My part is here. Practicing and helping others achieve the peace that never comes from the churning of the sea--the world out there--that desperately needs fixed, and that is beyond mankinds ability to do. If I didn't know exactly what my part was--if I were being tossed and turned by each and every newscast and the prophesies of doom and gloom--this life would be agonizing.

But it's not, and I owe a great debt there. The best life there is to have now, and a promise of a Paradise to come. My family safe and sound around me, living each one under his own vine and fig tree, having all we need without having to try (and fail to) decide for ourselves anymore what is right and what is wrong, because it will be in the hands of the only One who has the foresight to make it all work. Worry doesn't come from problems. Worry comes from the heart and the mind, and Divine wisdom promises to guard them both. It does an excelling job. Thank you!

Ding ding.