June Sixteenth; Source of Calm

 At the moment, things are calm. Bella is stretched out on the floor inside and Molly is outside guarding the perimeter of her domain. At times barking, or grumbling like a discontent geriatric when the neighbor’s kids come out to play. It isn’t the kids though that she is really making noise about, but the dogs that come outside with them. So far though there has been no repeat of dogs coming all the way down my drive to create chaos and rain havoc down upon us. So there is that.

That is one of the best things about this not working life, the calm. It is also one of the best things about living out here in a semi-rural area. Living off on this dirt road, just far enough away from the main road, I can hear the traffic, but it isn’t disturbing in its volume.

Back when I was working, we were constantly under pressure to get the product manufactured within a certain time frame. Most often that wasn’t a problem, there were times though. They would acquire this amazingly large order which was wonderful to see, until we were told how soon they had to have it delivered. If we couldn’t make that deadline, they didn’t want any of the product. Talk about pressure.
We would prepare on our end and watch for the materials to start arriving from all the processes before us. Often it was multiple colors which we hoped would appear in the order promised. This did not always happen which meant our preparations were incorrect and would need to be amended.

Common sense tells you that machines will only run so fast to produce a quality product. You may can speed them up a bit, but said quality is at risk of being compromised. That being the case, you make sure the machine is running efficiently. From all the parts working as they should and the machine operator on top of everything. I will say we had more good machine operators than not.
In the end, even under pressure, even when dealing with issues, mistakes, machine malfunctions, we managed to get the job done. But it was stressful and definitely not calm.

Just as when the neighbor’s dogs show up at the gate into my yard and stir up my two ladies, who lose any and all lady like manners in the insanity. And those training collars, oh they feel them, react to them, then ignore them as they charge the invading forces. Battling to get them inside the house is an operation that a navy seal would admire.

Just as, when my husband died, and I was left to face this life alone. I was looking at a mountain of bills and responsibilities. I kept making the same lists over and over because I would write them down, then forget where I put the paper. I was stressed, I was worried, I was afraid and I was grieving all at one time. There was no way that water was calm.

But, life really isn’t meant to be that way. We aren’t meant to fight, struggle and claw our way through the day, dreaming of calm. Dreaming and desiring peace. Yes, there will always be days that are more difficult, but they should not send us into a stress related reaction. Driving us to seek calm through chemical means. We should be able to face our challenges with an inner strength and peace. Using the knowledge we have of our job, our family, our neighbors, our life and our faith, to guide us through or even around, the approaching storms.

Looking at my life from my current perspective, I can see where I was brought out of a stress filled life, and placed in a much calm environment. I am here where I can heal my soul, while being here for my parents. I am here, in a calm place, where I can write out the words that fill my heart and seek to plant seeds of hope and calm in the heart of others. I believe, I was brought here purposely. And I am thankful, https://www.biblehub.com/psalms/23-2.htm

I believe, that even as we face challenges and difficulties, we don’t face them alone. We do not face them without guidance or guidelines. Yes, I do know that there are those who take faith and words of faith and twist them to fit their agenda. That is something that has happened from the beginning of time and will continue to its end.

But I follow the command to love my brother. I may not like all my brother does, but I do love him. No matter our differences. In the loving, I will do as I am able to assist him. I will lift up and encourage them. I will acknowledge them as the human they are. I will offer what I can and seek to show them the still waters of calm, peace and rest. I seek to share the source of calm.

There is power in the storms, but there is more power in the One who calms them.

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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1 Response to June Sixteenth; Source of Calm

  1. Sarah Davis says:

    Beautiful post.

    This is why I spend my weekends on the farm, the peace. I have a bit more time of full-time in the city.

    I agree, we are not meant to live stressed out. We people do that to ourselves. I blame fear.

    I am working hard not to return to my pre-Covid, exhausting life. Even by not re-upping some things and deciding to let some other things go, fear shows up.

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