Rest

Freedom

You let me be a child longer, with a magic and a joy. Daily routine has not smothered the creative thought, or the prayer I wish I had time to say…because I do! There’s time in the day to talk to you , and pray about what concerns me.
Someone driving me may get them where they need to be too, who knows?
Then they can be given a chance to serve; ,and what a joy for me to learn that a burden this is not… well, only if I let it be.

If I did it all myself, all this I would miss.
The loneliness of not having someone’s arms brings me closer to yours… and I know that married…I already am.
I snuggle in blankets all my own, my dreams uninterrupted.
Sure, I wish he were there (whoever he is) but I’m not alone.

The daily grind doesn’t steal energy, which I can use to love you more…in a song, in a poem, in a movie I’ve watched and thought;
“I’ve never noticed that before.”

When aches and pains get me down in bed, and I’m tempted to say “Time wasted”
You can speak to me… and I can do the same.
I become sensitive to the person in surgery… or physical therapy… the mother whose just had a c-section, or the one struggling to see her child walk.

It’s two years too late you see.
“Why is this happening?,” she thinks.
I’m unsure…but so it was with me.
And here I am stumbling around and knocking into walls or fighting off the occasional migraine.
It’s okay…A daily grind doesn’t steal my energy…I have time to work through it.
When I’m better I can work on knitting, or just sitting in prayer.

You let me be a child longer, with a magic and a joy
How blessed am I!!

But what do I do?
I cry over stolen independence.
“I can’t just get in my car and leave!!”
That’s okay…it’s better if I stay…especially when my temper takes a hold of me.
I kick myself because I don’t work: “What will people think of me?”
Excuse me if I can’t make small talk:

Job? Nope.
Car? Nope
Married? Nope.
Okay…now what?

I don’t do things quickly…Yes, that’s the SAME scarf, yet unfinished.
Who would want a banner that says:
“I stretched two years of college into ten;
Going only half time, and taking classes again and again
I couldn’t pass.” ?

But I guess therein lies the blessing…the slow trickle the cake baking in the oven or the crock pot that cooks the meal long waited for.
Try to rush it, and it’s ruined.

Paul said “Would that everyone could be like me.”

I won’t lie, I’ve often wondered why.

Who want’s a banner that says:

“I can’t wait anymore.”?

Now I’m weak, right?
Besides, God will give me what I need, so it’s not true!

Awww man! Now what do I do?

You let me be child longer… with a magic and a joy.
When aches and pains get me down in bed, and I’m tempted to say “Time wasted,”
You can speak to me, and I can do the same.

How blessed am I!!

CES (C) 2010.