July Fifteenth; Spending Breakfast With Those Who Matter Most

 I guess I’ll be spending breakfast with the door guy this morning. Well, not literally breakfast, just the time. He is supposed to be here any moment. My dogs Bella and Molly are not going to be happy as they are very protective of their space and humans. I’ll also need to warn him to watch out for the cats and kittens as they are liable to be found just about anywhere at the moment. The dogs were outside and crying when my son was leaving for work. I told him to be careful and watch for the kittens because obviously they were out there. And they were. He counted four before they disappeared under cushions stored in the carport. Good thing he parks outside the carport as all he had to do was thump on the hood a bit to be sure and then be on his way.

 Sitting here now, I’m thinking back over all of those times when I would be rushing to shove some food down my throat, grab what I needed and head in to work. All the while wishing I could spend just a few moments sitting on the porch enjoying the peace of the morning. Watching as the day came alive before me. I would drive in to work, watching the first streaks of dawn begin to push aside the dark of night bringing in the daylight. I would be inside the plant most days before the day was light, only able to catch glimpses of it those moments when I was able to look out the door to behind the plant. Hungry to be outside, but understanding that unless I worked, I would be a different type of hungry. During the winter months, it was often growing if not already dark, by the time I left for home. Finding myself retired, things are very different. My son leaves the house to be at work at eight in the morning. I have the morning to myself. That time I had dreamed of and wished for given to me.


 I can now sit here, out back, on the front porch, its my choice, and watch the morning awaken the day. The sun is often long up by the time I am now. Yet, it is still peaceful, as if yet yawning and stretching awake slowly. That is the blessing of living in a rural setting. I am so accustomed to the sounds of the woods more than humanity that any time we do wander away from home rest is somewhat difficult. There is a big difference in the sounds of traffic and the sounds of crickets.But my thoughts wander. Who do I spend my breakfast time with?


 For me, mornings are a great time of contemplation. After getting my coffee brewing and feeding the not so stray cats and the official cat, I can come in here and set my morning. I do enjoy reading through the many things those I follow have shared. Many offer information, many offer new perspectives, many offer confirmation of my own beliefs. I am given reasons and opportunity to exercise my own mind. The written word often seeming more solid that casual conversation. You see it, the words form a visual image in your mind meaning it can be retained better. 

Then there are the photos. The images of everything from the simple to the grandiose. From the ones that have you thinking how cute, to the ones that take your breath and thought away. Photos that show how amazing and wondrous is the planet on which we live. 

Of course there are the conversations with mom. Conversations that can last one sentence to forty-five minutes later and still counting. But, as I’ve said before and will happily repeat, we are blessed that my parents are still here with us. I will treasure these conversations later on so there is no way I’ll not take the time and chat.

 But most importantly, is understanding how this time, is a special time for spending in the Word. For those moments of quiet contemplation, of prayer of finding peace that can be found nowhere else. To have that time of listening to what the Spirit has to share with me. Understanding that in that time, there is a peace and healing like none other.

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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9 Responses to July Fifteenth; Spending Breakfast With Those Who Matter Most

  1. Sarah Davis says:

    I am currently that woman rushing to work wishing I could enjoy my morning. One day…

  2. Dia Jae says:

    I try to take days like that. I’ll usually lay out in my backyard if it’s not raining. My husband is retired, and I can say I feel comfort in knowing someone is home while I’m at work.

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