Convenient

I’m happy to be linking up with Five Minute Friday and explore another word…in five minutes. Here goes…

 

It is winter in Upstate New York. It’s a time when I would rather hibernate than rise to another gloomy, cold day. I have to admit that it’s wonderful to get out of bed to flick up the thermostat instead of stirring and building up a fire to keep warm. (This is after I have hunted and chopped up the wood).

While I write, a load is in the washer and I can hear the water filling as it comes through the pipes.  My great-grandmother had to build a fire, go to the well and pump water, and carry it to heat on the stove…all before washing the clothes. Progress is good.

We love our conveniences, but they also love us. Because our technology is so readily available and makes things happen more quickly, they set us up for more work and busier lives.

As you can see, I am writing while the washer is doing it’s work. It seems innocent enough, until the demands and obligations become so great that your life is one-continuous-job-to-do-after-another.

Our day may start at five am, but still end at 8 pm. Why? Because convenience has made us captive by pushing you to extremes. It becomes some state of euphoria to accomplish all the goals.

This is all so convenient for our enemy. As long as we continue a frenzied life he has little to do, except sit with a smile on his face. We make his job so easy.

Unless God brings troubles into our lives, we might only say a quick prayer when we encounter a bump in the road, instead of time set aside for calming the soul in meditative prayer.

Do we know Him as we scurry endlessly?

It’s still January and we could make it a goal to slow down and listen for God. Let’s give our enemy something to worry about…let’s slow down.

 

 

 

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This is the final Five Minute Friday for 2018. What are your thoughts as the year ends?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Twice a year I’m torn at Christmas time. Presently we are in Texas for a month’s stay during college break. Why Texas when most of our children are at home in Upstate New York?

I know this now… a dilemma in which other parents find themselves… grown children move away from home. I’ve heard of it often and suffered a pang of sadness, and a bit of anxiety—this could happen to us.

And then it happened to us.

I can’t have my cake and eat it too, I think. I can’t be with all of them at Christmas, and for the moment, we are making an uncomfortable trade-off. Enjoying sun and warmth away from cold and gloomy winter in New York.

Ft. Martin Scott

As I was packing for the trip, my heart was ready to be in Texas, while torn to stay home. Visiting one family means leaving five others, and the familiar places, and sights of snow and cold that I am used to.

In my heart, my children are all with me. Having forgotten the pain of childbirth, but not the bond. I am a visual person. I need to see them, hug them, hear them speak.

Though we do not see the body of Christ, he is here with us in spirit. Our deepest longings are not satisfied with anything but Him. It is the crux of our being. It is how we were created.

Mid-January we will travel back home and the heart will be torn again by separation. Nothing will do to solve this but one day we will reach the heavenly home. Separation will be no more and our longing will be complete.

“Christ with me,
Christ before me,
Christ behind me,
Christ in me,
Christ beneath me,
Christ above me,
Christ on my right,
Christ on my left,
Christ when I lie down,
Christ when I sit down,
Christ when I arise,
Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me,
Christ in every eye that sees me,
Christ in every ear that hears me.”

― Saint Patrick

A merry Christmas to you all, and a blessed New Year!