Sometimes it’s like second nature, writing these “Good Things” posts. Other times, it’s a little harder, and I have to set aside my somewhat gloomy mood to remind myself of the blessings.
This is one of those Mondays.
But I know that “in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose” (Romans 8:18), and I cling to this, even when I don’t understand.
Music. Probably fitting my mood on this overcast day, the Zac Brown Band’s “Colder Weather” is beautiful. Such good lyrics.
Rain. I usually praise God for the sun, for its warmth, but I’ve been truly thankful for the sound of rain lately. While I was at the ocean all last week, my garden grew unruly, and I am grateful for the rain and even the weeds – they remind me of the passing of time, and I don’t want to let things slip too easily through the cracks. I have a lot of work to do to clean up.
Prayer. I do not understand prayer. I don’t really understand why we do it, how it works, or why God wants to hear from me. But I do it anyway. There have been times when I have felt deep communion with the Lord through prayer, and other times when I feel like I’m speaking to the ceiling. I am grateful for a God who hears me, even when I can’t tell. He knows me better than I know myself, and I put my trust in that knowledge. I prayed on my knees last night for the first time in a few months, and even though answers weren’t crystal clear, I knew that I was pleasing to Him.
I am thankful that there are Good Things even when they’re difficult to see.
2 Replies to “Good Things #9: A Melancholy Monday”
I weeded Saturday for the first time this year. We’ve got this bit of dirt out front that has lilies and other odds and ends, but we don’t really take care of it. So Saturday I pulled up lots of grass, and enjoyed the feeling of plant on finger and dirt on toes. But it’s nowhere near as nice or legit as your garden.
Would you maybe be able to join a picnic lunch this coming Sunday? My little sister’s visiting me, and I want her to meet some of my friends.
Weeding has its own feeling of accomplishment, doesn’t it?
And picnics are lovely. It would be great to meet your sister!