We went to church this morning as we do most Sundays and had a particularly wonderful guest preacher. We Anglicans don't usually use the term preacher but in this case, the term is totally apropos because this guy spoke without notes, from the heart and my heart heard him loud and clear. He talked about those tiny, rare moments when we hear God's voice whispering in our ear and the impact of that experience. One of the reasons I go to church, besides giving my children a complete education, body, mind and soul, is because sometimes when I have those moments, I am at church.
This afternoon I had my girls and their visiting cousins do a scavenger hunt. The list of things to be scavenged (is that really a verb?) included mostly natural items: worms, flowers, moss, leaves, insects and mushrooms. The two older girls were having trouble finding a mushroom outside so they thought they would grab a mushroom from the fridge. I thought that that showed a great amount of initiative on their part; they were thinking outside the box, well actually, inside the icebox, as it used to be called.
I am writing this while cooking dinner...these pieces usually have to happen in stolen moments between fulfilling some of the responsibilities of my life: cooking, cleaning, cutting the grass, picking up building supplies, office paperwork, bill paying, driving someone somewhere, feeding one of the hungry mouths at our home (there are 81 of them but 60 of them are chickens), and gathering eggs.
Sometimes we have to make it work the best we can, in a way that works for us. Most of my friends don't attend church. That doesn't mean that they are not spiritual of course but Sundays at church work for us. It's not for everybody. Thinking outside of the box is hard for some of us--- for some of us, it comes naturally. Writing this blog works for me in a big way. I think my sanity was kept safe from the black dog this winter by this small,secret writing which of course is not secret; the whole wide world can see, read and comment on it, but most don't.
What works for you? For me reading, walking, gardening, writing, praying--- these are at the top of my list. What about you?
This afternoon I had my girls and their visiting cousins do a scavenger hunt. The list of things to be scavenged (is that really a verb?) included mostly natural items: worms, flowers, moss, leaves, insects and mushrooms. The two older girls were having trouble finding a mushroom outside so they thought they would grab a mushroom from the fridge. I thought that that showed a great amount of initiative on their part; they were thinking outside the box, well actually, inside the icebox, as it used to be called.
I am writing this while cooking dinner...these pieces usually have to happen in stolen moments between fulfilling some of the responsibilities of my life: cooking, cleaning, cutting the grass, picking up building supplies, office paperwork, bill paying, driving someone somewhere, feeding one of the hungry mouths at our home (there are 81 of them but 60 of them are chickens), and gathering eggs.
Sometimes we have to make it work the best we can, in a way that works for us. Most of my friends don't attend church. That doesn't mean that they are not spiritual of course but Sundays at church work for us. It's not for everybody. Thinking outside of the box is hard for some of us--- for some of us, it comes naturally. Writing this blog works for me in a big way. I think my sanity was kept safe from the black dog this winter by this small,secret writing which of course is not secret; the whole wide world can see, read and comment on it, but most don't.
What works for you? For me reading, walking, gardening, writing, praying--- these are at the top of my list. What about you?
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