What a difference.
Last night at this time I was driving through areas that sounded like war zone light. Explosions going off in every direction, screaming whistles shooting skyward to explode into a multitude of shards of colors and light. All I wanted, was to get away from it and get home. I was worried about Bella because I knew if she was still outside she was terrified. She was and she was. As I write this, Bella is stretched out in the floor next to me asleep, Molly is yet to come inside. The windows in the room are open allowing the ceiling fan to draw in the cooling night air. It also allows the songs of the crickets to fill the room. It is the only sound currently. The television is off as is the radio. The serenade of the crickets is an amazing, relaxing lullaby that is so very welcome. I am listening to see if the racoon wanders by to check the bowl to see if the cats left anything. I know when it arrives as it always manages to cause that steel bowl to drop from one step to the next.
My son has long since called it a night so the device he leaves playing is muffled and much quieter. I discovered this when I went to ask him a question about his car. I’m glad I didn’t wake him, he is not a happy camper when awakened like that. I did notice though that the light in my ceiling fan was out. It had been acting odd earlier and upon checking on it, I found that it had not only burned out, it had come apart. I have in my past, been electrocuted, I have an overly healthy respect for electricity. I had to figure out a way to get the base of that bulb out of the fan. I turned it off at the wall and stood staring at it as if that was going to cause the base of the bulb to simply fall from the fan. I debated various methods only to finally reach up and carefully manage to get it unscrewed and out. Replacing the bulb I left the room glad that I managed on my own and didn’t go the coward’s route and wake my son.
It is a peaceful night. I didn’t want to mess that up.
I had to go early this afternoon on a grocery run. I was out of dog food and figured I’d go ahead and pick up what I needed while I was there. I forgot a few things but I can wait to get them. I managed to get out of there without spending a fortune this time. When I got out of the store, I realize how hot the day had gotten. Funny how going from an air conditioned building to a non air conditioned outside will help you realize that. I was more than ready to be home and get changed into shorts. I’m still a bit funny about what I wear shopping. I don’t dress to the nines, but I’m not wearing pajamas either. I had picked up a few things for mom while I was there, so when I got home, I put away the cold stuff and after changing, took her what she had wanted. I was able to see and even quickly pet the kittens that show up around her house. They are really cute and if dad keeps up what he’s doing he’ll have them tame soon.
After my son had come in from work I wandered down to the garden. Then came right back up here. I needed the key to my dad’s building so I could turn the water on to the outside spigot. My cucumber vines were in dire need of a drink. I harvested what was ready and then began to water-feed my garden. I had also brought some water soluble plant food with me. It seemed to take forever to fill up the watering jug, add the plant food, stir and water. If my garden was any larger I would still be down there watering the plants. After dragging the hose back to its place, I turned the water and lights off and locked the building. Bringing what I had back up here, I then fed the dogs and grabbed a slice of the pizza we had prepared before I went to the garden.
So now, I’m back to where I started, sitting here, listening to the crickets and feeling so incredibly peaceful. It has me contemplating the life that Jesus lived while He walked the earth. During His ministry there had to be many times when things were very hectic. An example being when He fed the thousands of hungry people. When He healed the sick and lame, drawing crowds of people wherever He went to the point of them pushing against Him, trying to get close. Often, Jesus would walk away, find a place to be along and pray. He had to find His balance and peace and He found it in solitude and prayer. I wonder, how many nights, after one of those days, He would sit off to Himself and soak in the quiet of the night.
I can’t help but think, that nights like this, where I am listening to the crickets and now the occasional night bird, that these nights were created to help us find our own peace. That if we sit and listen to the rhythm of the calls, it brings relaxation. As I sit here, in the glow of the lamplight, night’s darkness a blanket to the world, the breeze a gentle caress. I know, I am blessed, and I am thankful.