Lord, Establish The Work Of Our Hands

I’ve felt a little out of sorts lately.

Not in a bad way. Just different. The roles in life I’ve held for many years are changing.

Who I am, really, is changing.

There is a sense of momentum.

You know how when pieces of a dream come to you, and it sparks recognition?

The whole dream isn’t there, just the outer edges. That is sort of how my future is presenting itself to me.

The dreams are sort of like the clouds as they shift shapes.

I am excited as the countdown of life is presenting itself. Slowly…

10. 9. 8.

Being a young woman, getting married, and becoming a wife

Motherhood and all of its wonders, and the years go by. Homeschooling requires a steep learning curve and an unexpected journey of delight

Writing becomes an integral part of my world. Photography inserts itself into my words, and creativity becomes a way of life

What a life it has been, this first half!

So many joys and hardships. Lessons learned, and recorded.

So if I seem quiet lately? I am in awe. A listening posture is the position of most days. And I’ve been at odds about how to process it as I go…and how it relates in regards to sharing it with you. How it would matter in my quest to encourage you.

At the beginning of the year, I shared with you all about how I was working hard to make my hours count. That my time is well spent on the things that are really important to me.

Truth is, I am a gold medal-bearing record holder at getting distracted.

One that has struggled with the concept of rest. How to spend the limited time each day.

I chose Psalm 90:17 as a good guide: May the favor of the LORD our God rest upon (me); establish the work of (my) hands.

There have been 10 goals that stick out as priorities. My deepest desire is to really hear God as He directs my next steps. So everything I choose to say yes/no to will ideally reflect those goals.

My biggest dreams could never have matched the things being placed on my heart

He has my full attention.

As exciting as new dreams are? I really have loved the other parts of my world already in place.

Some things are hard to let go of. Right?

Lord, establish the work of my hands

Our local art museum had an installation where tiny slivers of mirrors were cleverly arranged between rudely constructed wooden supports.

It didn’t seem like much at first. But then, the perspective shifts! There is a sense of being in a funhouse where all the walls are mirrored and you can see images that go on endlessly.

This period of counting down…each piece is like that sliver of mirror.

Are you in the so-called “second half” of life? What has been the biggest surprise for you? Or, perhaps you are in the years preceding middle age or senior years.

Have you considered taking inventory of who you are as you go along? I’d be delighted to know, please leave a comment and share your journey.