Spring is slowly (ever so slowly here in North Carolina) coming to the surface as evidenced in birdsong and optimistic daffodils. There is a newness of life resurfacing in me. The Holy Spirit is stirring lost, forgotten, or given-up-on dreams and I am holding pieces asking His hands to guide the making of this mosaic. It doesn’t look the way I thought it would. But through His tender mercies I am a mama to three handsome, healthy boys. I am wife to the strongest, gentlest man I know. I have everything money cannot buy and I do not discount that for a moment. There are many colorful pieces, some edges rougher than others. All of them making a beautiful masterpiece. As Allen Shamblin and Steve Seskin’s song “Every Drop of Water” says:
“There’s a masterpiece in every heart an ever changing work of art
We’re all diamonds in the rough we’ll shine soon enough
Let tears of joy and sorrow lead you home
Every drop of water shapes the stone.”
These sunnier days take me back to simpler times of driving through the mountains on the Blue Ridge Parkway listening to such as Ricky Skaggs (singing the above lyrics), windows down, cool breeze blowing. The mountains are where my heart sings. Even now, I close my eyes as I hear the birds singing and I can almost envision those blue mountains in my mind’s eye.
I find the more intentional I am to make priorities and stick with them, the more successful I am at taking my life in hand. Not into my hands, mind you. I only want my life in the Best Hands-God’s hands. But as I manage my time, minute by minute I find that I can accomplish more when I am focused, purposed, and aware of my goal.
Secrets for success these days: gratefulness, hope, positivity, and spending more and more time in prayer and Bible study. As I ask Him for what I need and thank Him for my answers, everything falls into place. “Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest.” (Matthew 11:28, the Message) I find my heart really sings when I can let go and trust Him, focusing on His goodness and being grateful for it. It’s always easier to do that in the mountains. But wherever there’s a grateful heart, there’s a song to be heard.