Today is another high holy day in the Jewish tradition. Another day for the symbolism that Christ represents.
It is nippy in the air.
We have had an extended summer, with high temps and mild weather. No frost yet.
The houseplants are still outside for that last bit of sun before hibernating in the house all winter. I need to figure out what to do with my three goldfish. Cherie tells me to just move the entire pot into the house.
I am impatient.
My doctor’s appointment was canceled last week due to a hospital shortfall.
So I am a lady in waiting.
I will see another provider this week, and I will probably go with this new surgeon. I will hope to have five things removed by this surgery, four, for sure. My appendix is optional, but since pain has centered in that region I think it would be nice to have it all out while I’m under.
I am wary of medical professionals. I read too much.
All of the errors and mistakes that I have encountered are purely understandable, but I know that they occur, and I am somewhat skeptical of the whole industry. I need to have medical attention right now and I am grateful for that.
Life is a bit of a trial while I wait. How I wish I didn’t have to deal with this. God’s plans are certainly not my plans!
How convicting.
Here He has gifted me with a mild and beautiful September to feed my heart and mind. How can I not be grateful?
My life has slowed to a pace that I cannot ever recall experiencing before. I have watched the butterflies and the woolly bear caterpillars mosie around the yard and hay field. I listen to the geese calling in the darkness, flying overhead. Practice runs? Frogs are still active. Things are golden everywhere, even the light.
The blue Jays, always my favorite August heralds, have kept me company, and the little goldfinches and chickadees enjoy my two towering sunflowers that grace my kitchen garden.
There is so much to be done. My garden needs a strong man’s back to turn and prep the soil for the winter and next spring. I wonder about the things I haven’t the strength to accomplish. Any strong men out there willing to apply for the job? Since Brian left this place could use a handy guy.
A couple of years ago I struck up a friendship with a man from South Africa. He jokingly said he’d come and shovel my snow. I almost wish I’d taken up his offer.
Winter is coming.
I had to cancel my “History Day” again. My health thwarted that one.
I haven’t heard from the man who was supposed to fix my septic system this fall.
I also haven’t heard from the man who tiles my floor after the waterproofing finished.
So much to do. So many imperfections.
And yet I am waiting.
I turn down the subbing phone calls every morning. I am unable to teach right now.
But today the sun is shining. Birds are calling. Corwyn and Yuki are snuggled on the porch couch, keeping me company on this cool morning. I have my coffee and my Chromebook. I’m listening to beautiful Scripture Lullabies. These were so comforting to me on my worst days. (Hide them in your heart)
How can I complain?
God gifted me with quiet beauty, His creation and His timing to enjoy.
The world with all of its sorrow and frenzy can pass me by.
God is hiding me away. He hideth my soul.
He covers me there with His hand…
He covers me here with his hand.
Maranatha!