Sample Blog: Daydreamsofthesoul -
It’s peaceful back here this morning. I’m sitting on the pontoon boat, which is tied to the dock and rocking with the waves. It’s warm, windy and sunny. The sky is that particular shade of summer blue, clear and bright, clouds crossing and casting shadows. They are heavy on the bottom, fluffy on the top. Somewhere later today they will drop rain.
It’s Sunday. Church day. So I’ve come to my cathedral. Some people feel closest to God inside a building, I am closest to Him here. The woods are now thick with foliage. A month ago you could walk through them, off the trails, with ease. Now brambles grab at your clothes, hidden logs trip you. It’s easy to imagine Indians lurking among the trees, studying the intruders to their land. Of course, now the Indians are nephews, and they only attack my sanity occasionally.
There are so many metaphors here for my life. The water in this lake is so clear. If you drop a quarter in you can see it at least 25 feet down. Why can’t life be that clear? Why can’t I see 25 years ahead and know exactly what I should do in each and every situation? Life now is more like the forest in summer, full of hidden dangers and treasures. Brambles that catch you, logs that trip you, wild animals that could attack you at any time. I’d rather see a bear walking down the path toward me and have time to prepare, than stumble across one by accident. I would rather see some of life’s troubles ahead of time, than be slammed in the face with them. There are also hidden treasures. Crest a hill, and you’ll see an unexpected field of wildflowers, purple, pink and yellow with blue lupine mixed in. Move a pile of leaves, and you’ll discover neon toadstools standing proudly.
f I close my eyes, lean my head back and am still, I can sometimes hear God speaking. His voice is in the rustle of the trees, the buzz of the dragonfly, the lapping of the waves. It says be still my child and I will guide you. For each trouble you encounter will make you stronger. I will not give you more to bear than you can handle. I will help you through them and teach you to pick them off as if they are simply the irritation of ticks. They may leave a bite, they may leave a mark, but they will only be reminders of what you can overcome. I will also give you unexpected treasures. The smile of your grandchildren, the gentle touch of your husband, the laugh of your mother, the joy of spending time with your brothers and sister.
When I come to the woods, when I sit at the water’s edge, I am reminded to listen for his voice and bring stillness to my heart. For it is in the stillness that I find peace, and the strength to face another day.