God created beauty to minister to the spirit of man.
I read this somewhere long ago and I wholeheartedly believe it.
I wake up with my spirit feeling a little frayed at the edges.
I have good intentions. I know how to fight it.
Journal, read my Bible, pray.
I journal a bit and barely start reading scriptures that I have printed out on the topic of HOPE…my theme word for 2011, when the phone rings, and then more calls, emails, interruptions, concerns, prayer needs, appointments to calendar in. I feel as though the enemy has a hold of those loose, frayed, threads and is pulling with all his might.
I go to Mama’s to check on her and meet with the hospice nurse.
On the way home I run into Safeway for a gallon of fat free milk
and come out with a $4 bunch of carnations too.
When I get home I plunk them in some shapely pitchers and jars,
here and there around the house.
I put on my runners, my coat and my knit cap and gloves
and catch the last hour of frosty, clear, cold daylight before sunset.
I discover that the IPOD is not charged, so I softly sing my praise acappella as I walk.
I walk two loops around the neighborhood,
my fingers tingling with the cold in spite of the gloves.
The sun flirts with me through the trees before saying goodnight.
The beauty He created knits me back together.