Well, those that follow the Grizzle Grist Mill frequently may have thought I had fallen off the side of the earth! Lol! So sorry about that!
The last month has been a bit of a whirlwind around here, and I just didn’t take the time to blog; although, I desperately longed to! I guess we all have these ebb and flows in writing, right?
I have to admit, I do not like it. I do not like when I yearn and long for something and am not able to accomplish it because there are hurdles in my way. Those hurdles would be priorities; so yes, the lack thereof is “justified,” I suppose. But it is surely frustrating to me when my “to do” list outweighs my “want to” list.
Yet, I guess that’s just part of living life.
We all have our wants, and often, we have to choose between our wants and our “have to’s.” If we’re living wisely, our wants will mostly take a backseat to our “have-to’s” until there’s space to accommodate them.
If our desires always take precedent, we just become self-serving and self-indulgent. That always leads to self-imposing onto someone else those “have to’s,” which in the end, either causes pain, resentment, anger or a well rounded bundle of all three, or even a bit more.
So, I guess I’ll be thankful I remained diligent this past month in my have-to things, but I’m hoping to get back to some more “want to’s” in this next month! 😉
Blessings!
“And whatever you do, do it heartily, as to the Lord and not to men…”
Colossians 3:23
“Go to the ant, you sluggard! Consider her ways and be wise, which, having no captain,
Overseer or ruler, provides her supplies in the summer, and gathers her food in the harvest.”
Proverbs 6:6-8
To me, pondering is like a rolling tide, swirling in loads and loads of seashells and sand. It’s like falling back into the deep, fresh fallen snow, sinking lower and lower till you almost have to dig yourself out. It’s the billowing clouds above shifting and turning with the wind, the jet streams drawing one near while sending another away. It’s the swirling of autumn leaves as they gently fall off the oak tree and spin and twirl toward the dirt in a waltzing dancelike motion.
You see, I ponder things. I wonder. I analyze. I muse. I imagine. I postulate and theorize until all facts and thoughts are gathered and brought to conclusion, and resolution, yet, attempting to not assume, surmise or conjecture. I meditate on scriptures, contemplating their meanings for my life and the course I might take. I cherish memories and reminisce of days gone by, how things were, how they might have been, and, sometimes, even how they should have been if the outcome was less than desirable.
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