February Twenty-third; Shifting of the Words and Taking Delight in the Doing

Morning has long broken over the woods here on the Dirt Road. The sunlight gloriously shining down from a crystal clear sky, creating diamond like sparkles off the dampened leaves, I have still yet to rake. The shadows stretching outward from the trees toward the house as if reaching for me, attempting to draw me from the house to come out and play. The outside temperature keeping me inside for the moment.

I’m watching one of the feral cats out on the back steps. It keeps stopping its play and looking in the window at me. I can almost understand its thoughts of put down that cup of coffee and come put food in this dish. Then it will return to playing with what ever strikes its fancy. And people accuse me of having a short attention span.

 Yesterday I had to take paperwork to someone who has done this exclusively for me for years now. My son drove me up there this time, I guess he was bored and this also gave him a chance to stop at a fast food place on the way home. We arrived on time but I was surprised when we weren’t greeted the moment we walked up to the door. When the person did open the door, they opened it only a crack. My son and I were not wearing face covering. I passed the paperwork through the door and we turned and left.

I had no idea, this individual had grown so afraid. And yes, that was fear emanating through that small opening. I can understand the desires for caution, concern, respect, but not so much fear. Even at her worst, my mother did not fear this virus. I did send a message of apology for the lack of masks and they responded kindly. 

The pandemic no matter how it came to be, or what it may or may not be, has stolen a lot from so many. Most of which is our peace.

Before I could go to this person yesterday, I had to print out some papers. Before I could print out the papers, I had to get my son to help replace some ink cartridges. I needed his help because my small television sits on the printer and the cables don’t allow for me to sit it aside. We replaced all but one cartridge and then tried to use the printer. Have I mentioned technology just does not like me? After replacing the ink, the printer kept tossing up error messages and nope, not working messages. My son, who had other things to do, left to do them as I argued with this printer. I finally managed out of sheer stubbornness, and to my delight, got it to work.

After all of that, I’m finally getting to the word? I delight in being wordy it seems. (Take great pleasure, just in case you’re wondering,  https://www.dictionary.com/browse/delight)

 Other than writing, in what things do I take delight?

Time with my parents. I do know how blessed I am that they are still very much a part of our lives and I treasure each moment. Even those when I’m listening to the same story or event for the fifteenth time.

Working in my yard and getting and keeping it in shape. I seriously doubt it would ever make yard of the week, but it has its own type beauty. Bringing it to life, brings peace and satisfaction and yes, delight to my spirit. 

Time spent in the woods and at the pond below my house. Sitting near the water and hearing the birds and squirrel while watching the ripples cross the surface is calming. The soft breeze blowing away the daily stresses.

 Those hikes up the mountain at the local state park. I get my cardio in and in the solitude find an inner strength and balance.

But there is something better, something more important in which to find delight.To delight in the Lord; https://www.biblestudytools.com/bible-study/topical-studies/what-does-it-mean-to-delight-yourself-in-the-lord.html 

Easy to share a link, but what about give an example on how to actually follow through? How, does one delight in the Lord, especially in these times? 

I was very upset when I lost my job. I was hurt, I was angry, I felt betrayed by a place I had given so much of my life, time and talents. I felt as if thirty years of my life had been wasted. Even as I knew how that same place, was taking so much, there was so little of me left for my family and for myself. After time though, I have come to realize what a gift this has been. 

The extra unemployment made it possible to afford to get by without that paycheck. I was very careful in its use.

 Over time’s passing, I have grown in my own personal strength. Finding the me that I had tucked away so as to follow restrictive norms of society and work place.

My creative side seems to blossoming again. 

I have been able to be here for my parents. When mom needs a moment’s escape, someone to talk with, a ride to an appointment, I’ve been here. I am getting to spend precious time that I know I will later treasure.

I’ve been able to be here for friends who simply need a listening ear.

When I thought I had lost my job, something I had worked (no pun intended) so hard and long at, because of the pandemic, I was mistaken. I was freed from it, so that my life would be able to accept a wondrous gift. One in which I now take great delight.

The sky is not the limit, when you seek to delight in the Lord.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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6 Responses to February Twenty-third; Shifting of the Words and Taking Delight in the Doing

  1. Judith says:

    To find delight “in the doing” is certainly a blessing.

  2. bluebrightly says:

    Yes, losing a job can really be a gift – I’m glad it has worked out that way for you. Thank you for the follow! I appreciate it.

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