Sitting Still and Going Nowhere Fast… On the Surface

I must own up here, that I am often guilty of sitting still. By that I mean, I’m really sitting around DOING nothing. Nothing at all. On the flip side of that I’m really guilty of sitting around appearing to be doing nothing.

I am not employed. I have grandchildren running rampant through my life- I quite like that. I have a spouse still employed; my parents and his are no longer on this earth. My children are busy with their own lives and now, here I sit. 

As a young mother I was often overwhelmed by the amount of work that faced me; and by that I mean physical labor. No one told me it was hard work- first to have babies; then to feed babies; then to take care of babies; and chase after toddlers cleaning up the mess the little whirlwinds left in their wake; to run after school agers working on projects, going to games, practices, parties, and whatever else their teachers or coaches thought would be enlightening; then running to find the teens and try to keep them out of trouble, and be their driver until they get their license; and then somewhere the end of that season sneaks upon us and suddenly they are adults. I also added a full time job on to that list above, and, I’ve been flat worn out at times. And, now, I sit.

Looking on the deeper side of things…

The writer of Ecclesiastes wrote some jewels that are seemingly hidden in the midst of his “moaning and groaning” about life.  At the introduction of this book, Chapter 1, verse 2 states: 

“Meaningless! Meaningless!” says the Teacher. “Utterly meaningless! Everything is meaningless!”

Like I said-moaning and groaning…

Tucked away in chapter 3, is a beautiful little jewel many of my generation will remember the words that were put to song and made a hit record by the Byrds. “To everything there is a season and a time for every purpose under heaven”.

And that brings me back to where I started by the long way round! I have lived through many seasons and now find myself in a season that I’m not quite sure I recognize yet. Another Season. Not to say I’ve caught up with the rest of me but, looking back, I shake my head in wonder that I’ve survived it all so far.

I am guilty of sitting still-physically. However, if you could see the wheels turning in my head… I am fairly spinning in place! 

So many things pop up that I want to say to my children, my husband, my friends. And I read. The news. The weather. Blogs. FB posts. Emails. Books. Articles. Op-Ed pieces. Much of what I read is full of the everyday, the mundane; but like reading Ecclesiastes, there are little nuggets enveloped in what I read that sometimes are glossed over. These nuggets are things to pray about.

I have also begun to listen below the surface. To my friends, my children, my husband (although he might claim otherwise);  so many of these conversations reveal hidden needs. These nuggets are things to pray about.


Sometimes I respond and pray immediately when I discern these nuggets. Sometimes, though, I don’t. That’s where I’m the most guilty. And the most convicted.

I am beginning to realize that prayer is becoming the most important part of my life. After all, communication is the most important aspect of any relationship. My conversations with the Lord are just that- conversations. I’d like to be able to say when I’ve drawn my last breath that I was praying with my last breath. So, when you see me sitting around…I might be discovering who and what to pray for; not just wool-gathering!

I call to you, LORD, come quickly to me; hear me when I call to you. May my prayer be set before you like incense; may the lifting up of my hands be like the evening sacrifice. Psalm 141:1-2




The War at Home

I chose ‘Words from the Home Front’ because it expresses what I would like for this blog to reflect. During WWII the phrase was used to indicate that the war was fought not only on the battlefield front but at home as well. The home front warriors knew that the small and seemingly insignificant things that happened on a daily basis could also have an impact on the war. I feel very strongly that this, too, is happening today in homes everywhere.

We are at war. There is a battle going on everyday for the hearts and minds of our children and grandchildren. It is our role to protect them and to teach them how to protect their hearts in the midst of the bombardment of the world; for small, seemingly insignificant things to make an impact in their lives and it starts with unconditional love. And unconditional love starts with God.

1John 4:7-12– Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God.  Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love.  This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him.  This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.  Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.  No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.