Fruitful fields.

This morning is dreary. Dreary but beautiful. It reminds me of a weeping woman. It is cool and peaceful outside. I think I shall enjoy some gardening later. My husband is at school. When he comes home we'll have breakfast. We have an abundance of strawberries from Costco that I am really excited about. Maybe a breakfast cake is in order.

Life has been challenging. So many new things are happening. All the good comes with a lot of hard moments. This morning I sat in our wooden chair thinking about all of these things. In my heart I would like it if nothing ever changed. I don't like change, it makes me uncomfortable. Me and my sentimental self longs for yesteryear all the time. It does not help that I still have the heart of a three year old. I was thinking about a passage in Isaiah.

"For the palace is forsaken,

    the populous city deserted;the hill and the watchtower    will become dens forever,a joy of wild donkeys,    a pasture of flocks; until the Spirit is poured upon us from on high,    and the wilderness becomes a fruitful field,    and the fruitful field is deemed a forest. Then justice will dwell in the wilderness,    and righteousness abide in the fruitful field. And the effect of righteousness will be peace,    and the result of righteousness, quietness and trust forever. My people will abide in a peaceful habitation,    in secure dwellings, and in quiet resting places."

Isaiah 32:14-18

Then God spoke to me. When I dwell constantly on the past and how things once were, it is like I am dwelling in the wilderness. It is not wrong to reminisce about your past. To sit and wish that things today were like yesterday is wrong. God moves us constantly through different seasons. He is moving us into lush forest grounds. Don't refuse to take the journey though the fruitful field. I desire growth. I do not want to sit forever in the wilderness. The beauty of life is so complex. Our finite minds have such a hard time grasping the fact that change is good. Even when it hurts so much. Do not be afraid to get up and walk through the desert into the field. Embrace the change.

Daisies are not as scary as they might seem.

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