Perspective
Perspective
What a vast proportion of our lives is spent in anxious and useless forebodings concerning the future-either our own or those of our loved ones. Present joys, present blessings, slip by, and we miss half their sweet flavor, and all for want of faith in him who provides for the tiniest insect in the sunbeam. . . . Why can’t we, slipping our hand into his each day, walk trustingly over that day’s appointed path, thorny or flowery, crooked or straight, knowing that evening will bring us to sleep, peace, and home?
Phillips Brooks
So true...
All the way to work this morning I was trying to tamp down all the emotions inside of me. The tears, so close to the surface. The uncertainty and the emotional pain of my current situation.
My heart aches.
What do I do to bring out such cruelty in people? Am I cruel? Do my words and actions hurt without my knowing? The cruel thing is that even though the new baby and my grandchildren are in my house, they are not given the opportunity to interact with me.
I have been on this quest as to whether it is my fault and whether I spur the motivations behind such behavior. I just can’t figure it out.
The words of Phillip Brooks (author of “Oh Little Town of Bethlehem) in the quote above, written so many years ago were words that reached out to me and spoke to me today.
Take my concerns and worries and give them to God. Hand them to Him who has power over them and enjoy the blessings that He put on this earth for me to enjoy. i.e. the beauty all around me.
In my back yard we are in a bit of flux as far as blooming perennial flowers. Some things were quite a bit ahead because of the warm April, May & June, so we had a ton of color up until this week. Sort of prettier and more riotous color than normal. Time to cut things back and see if we can get a second batch out of the phlox and daisies.
BUT... as some things are waning... the butterfly bushes are starting to bloom. Very cool. Yesterday at lunch we enjoyed several butterflies and a hummingbird as they enjoyed what must be sweet nectar.