I think about this blog a lot - like just about every day.
I started it as a way to boost my daily levels of inspiration. I believe that taking a moment to reflect before diving into the tasks of the day is a healthy, powerful choice.
Yet so often inspiration evades me.
I think about what inspires me and a draw a blank. Cheesy things come to mind - love, happiness, joy of others. While these are valuable, they are also Velveeta, and in that circumstance, forced.
Today however, I was inspired by a concept from my daily spiritual devotional, Our Daily Bread. The verse they used for today's message was Revelation 3:1-6. Revelation? Yeah - that one.
"I know your deeds; you have a reputation of being alive, but you are dead. Wake up! Strengthen what remains and is about to die, for I have found your deeds unfinished in the sight of my God."
I am inspired today by the idea of waking up to strengthen what remains. At times we lose heart. We miss opportunities. We feel defeated or overwhelmed. But we only need to wake up and look.
What is before you?
Right now?
Seize it.
Do not worry about what lies beyond or what lies behind. Look to what remains in front of you and make that work.
Being spiritual about it: The Lord (The universe, The force?) has placed you in this moment for this moment with what is at your feet right now. Embrace that moment and dive into it.
Today my inspiration comes from the what can be of something that hasn't yet become.
Showing posts with label Happiness. Show all posts
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Tuesday, October 10, 2017
Monday, April 24, 2017
First Things: The Happiness of Resurgence
I love Spring.
Every day I walk around our yard checking on spots where we have perennials, hoping to see the start of their resurgence... coming back to life after the winter. When we first moved into the house in April, 2010 it was even more fun because we didn't know what was there. New surprises showed up every week.
Having been in the house for seven years there are still surprises... the hibiscus that planted itself along our sidewalk; beside our existing one and then showed us that it's pink instead of it's bigger, older neighbor's red; the rebirth of two Lilly bulbs I thought were for sure dead last year; and the abundance of these beautiful little weeds wherever we put down new soil last year around our fire pit patio. Although they are weeds, I quite enjoyed seeing them (all the same) spring up, shouting to the sun WE MADE IT!!! I think I'll leave a couple of them, in support of their fortitude.
And I have to say that I think that's what I love most about this time of year. The joy these plants, and trees, and even the grasses bring to the world - if only for themselves. They are happy to be back, happy to be alive, happy to be reborn.
Perhaps we should wake up each morning form our little winters with the same kind of joyful expectations - that it's a new day, a new time to unfurl our leaves and grow again - the same, but different, perhaps stronger or more beautiful than before.
Every day I walk around our yard checking on spots where we have perennials, hoping to see the start of their resurgence... coming back to life after the winter. When we first moved into the house in April, 2010 it was even more fun because we didn't know what was there. New surprises showed up every week.
Having been in the house for seven years there are still surprises... the hibiscus that planted itself along our sidewalk; beside our existing one and then showed us that it's pink instead of it's bigger, older neighbor's red; the rebirth of two Lilly bulbs I thought were for sure dead last year; and the abundance of these beautiful little weeds wherever we put down new soil last year around our fire pit patio. Although they are weeds, I quite enjoyed seeing them (all the same) spring up, shouting to the sun WE MADE IT!!! I think I'll leave a couple of them, in support of their fortitude.
And I have to say that I think that's what I love most about this time of year. The joy these plants, and trees, and even the grasses bring to the world - if only for themselves. They are happy to be back, happy to be alive, happy to be reborn.
Perhaps we should wake up each morning form our little winters with the same kind of joyful expectations - that it's a new day, a new time to unfurl our leaves and grow again - the same, but different, perhaps stronger or more beautiful than before.