"I don't mean to say I am perfect. I haven't learned
all I should even yet, but I keep working toward that day when I will finally
be all that Christ saved me for and wants me to be. No, dear brothers, I am
still not all I should be, but I am bringing all my energies to bear on one
thing: forgetting the past and looking forward to what lies ahead. I strain to
reach the end of the race and receive the prize for which God is calling us up
to heaven because of what Christ Jesus did for us". Philippians 3:12-14 (The
Living Bible)
When she pulled off the fast-paced highway of the working world
in the middle of winter, she had no idea how different the pace on the country
road would be. The cold January mornings found her snuggled under a blanket in
front of the fireplace with a warm cup of tea while former co-workers made
their way to the workplace on icy, dark roads. She felt blessed and privileged
that her corporate working days were finally over. Waking to the sunrise
instead of the alarm clock soon became a passion and drifting through the day
without a schedule gave her wings of freedom.
As winter turned into spring, the feeling of freedom and a
care-free summer ahead was exciting. Vacations to the beach or spending time
with family and friends without consulting someone else’s timeline had been
something she had given up many years ago when entering the working world.
“Come on over to my yard
Sit around
Let your troubles all disappear
Come on over to my yard
‘Cause right now Heaven’s right here” (Jeb Loy Nichols “Heaven’s Right Here”)
An so it
was, mornings spent in her garden, surrounded by God’s feathered choir and the
sun beckoning her to enjoy this moment she had earned….
The giddy feelings of freedom were refreshing during those
first few months, but the giddiness, it seems, is wearing off. Frankly, the
increasing feelings of freedom are somewhat overshadowed by the feeling of being
completely trapped; trapped somewhere between what was and what is to come.
Not long ago Mondays were to be dreaded and faced with blinding determination to get past the start of the work week. Tuesdays were a
little better, like the second sip of something bitter…it went down a little easier. Wednesdays were the half-way mark of the fast
paced race to make it to the finish line. Thursdays were the big push to get it
all done so Fridays could be glided through with ease into the freedom of the
long awaited weekend that would, no doubt go faster than the speed of light
right back into someone else’s timeline.
Days now come and go without the speed and stress of a few
short months ago and are often undefined by any particular activities. Finding
joy in this new found freedom is fleeting and finding a level of discipline to
this new pace seems just a bit out of reach. In a season of discontent, she finds herself
in the spin cycle of change, searching for something to hold on to…. a passion……a
purpose.
When it’s time for a
change, you can feel it in your bones, and there’s nothing like that feeling –
the feeling of chasing something new. Excited, anxious, happy…maybe even a
little scared…but those feelings drive us towards the starting line of
something fresh. There comes a time when we want something more, and there
comes a time when we need something more. It can build up slowly, or catch you
by surprise. Either way, you know it’s time to skip to the next scene, press
play, and let the magic of the unknown excite you. (Author unknown)