When My Feet Are Still
When I heard this weeks prompt, I first thought about what the proverb probably meant. It does make sense, and it's been said before. "God helps those who help themselves". "Pray for strength, but do your own exercises." One of my favorite jokes ends with a guy drowning after boasting of his belief that God will save him. God asks him, "What were you wanting? I sent two boats and a helicopter."
My second thought was "Why do all these people always want more?". Moving to help accomplish your dreams instead of just sitting still waiting for God/Santa/Magic Lotto Ticket to deliver a pony to your back yard makes great sense, but what if your prayer isn't "give me more"?
I enjoy my quiet time. Often, I sit and think of the things that I have now, or have been lucky enough to experience in the past. The bank balance is low on a frequent basis, and I'm devoting more time to the job than I wish were the case, but guess what? I spent three wonderful years in the prime of my life on a beautiful, tropical island. I spent three months in England, and got to see Stonehenge first-hand. I have a 10-year-old daughter that I get to spend at least a little time with every week, and I have a lovely wife who shows me that I actually mean something more to her than some random piece of furniture. Last night, I sent my wife a message as I was getting ready to head home from work. She messaged me back that I would find a bottle of wine in the fridge when I got there. Dinner was to be a tray of cheese and crackers, and she planned to meet me at the door naked when I got home to her.
Moving to accomplish a goal instead of waiting for that goal to come to you makes a lot of sense, but if you never slow down to appreciate what you have, then what's the sense in any of it? You don't have to move to be thankful. I enjoy my time when my feet are still.
My second thought was "Why do all these people always want more?". Moving to help accomplish your dreams instead of just sitting still waiting for God/Santa/Magic Lotto Ticket to deliver a pony to your back yard makes great sense, but what if your prayer isn't "give me more"?
I enjoy my quiet time. Often, I sit and think of the things that I have now, or have been lucky enough to experience in the past. The bank balance is low on a frequent basis, and I'm devoting more time to the job than I wish were the case, but guess what? I spent three wonderful years in the prime of my life on a beautiful, tropical island. I spent three months in England, and got to see Stonehenge first-hand. I have a 10-year-old daughter that I get to spend at least a little time with every week, and I have a lovely wife who shows me that I actually mean something more to her than some random piece of furniture. Last night, I sent my wife a message as I was getting ready to head home from work. She messaged me back that I would find a bottle of wine in the fridge when I got there. Dinner was to be a tray of cheese and crackers, and she planned to meet me at the door naked when I got home to her.
Moving to accomplish a goal instead of waiting for that goal to come to you makes a lot of sense, but if you never slow down to appreciate what you have, then what's the sense in any of it? You don't have to move to be thankful. I enjoy my time when my feet are still.