Sometimes life is sounds and sights in an endless afternoon. The moments crawl by. Reading, watching TV; playing worship songs; doing chores -- nothing fills the time adequately. Maybe this is one of those afternoons where I actually feel the foreignness of life lived on a fallen planet. It is like my whole self is waiting for something (not knowing what it is).
"Your eyes saw me unformed,
yet in Your book
all my days were written,
before any of them came into being." Psalm 139:16
What could these kinds of days be for? Maybe it is just a reaction to something I ate or drank; or something that crept into my mind unnoticed. Maybe it is just a blip in this thing called life.
I pulled weeds today in the garden; added more mulch around the tomato plants; fed the beans and tomatoes and my husband's honeyberry plants. Discovered the pear tree we thought was dead once again has risen from the dead and is doing its best to grow.
All the geraniums I brought outside have lost much of their beauty because of a few very windy days. More blooms will be coming.
For the third time while typing this post our black cat Belle has pushed her way onto my lap. This time I'll let her stay. Maybe petting the cat is enough right now.