Sunday Afternoon Tea

Due North... that is the phrase running in and out of my brain these days.  I suppose it has something to do with my last post, where I was pondering doing the best with what we have instead of just longing for that which would perfectly fill our desires.

Coming out of a long illness has a Rip Van Winkle affect on a life, much happened while one was sofa bound (or in bed).  A lot of it having to do with clutter, dust, and grime in my house.  Long overlooked household duties are vying for attention with the everyday gottado's of life, laundry, three meals a day, the lawn and garden, books to be read, people needing attention, and a cat with another flea attack (it has been a bad year for fleas and long haired kitties).

I long for the life I desire.  You know, the life where everything falls into place easily and there is enough money and time and energy to go around.  I long for gorgeous flower gardens as well as veggies without the bad bugs... and a world with no misquotes.  While I'm dreaming, let's ask for a life where chocolate is not fattening.

Recently on a weekday morning, I was sitting in the hunter green Lazy Boy... reading Psalms 91 and glancing out the windows of the French doors once in awhile amazed at the scene.  In mid-July, there is an illusion of trees growing on rolling hills rather than the very small rise in the terrain where our house is located.

I know the land around me is made up of forests and clearings, cornfields and farms, a ranch or two with regal horses... and the occasional goats and pigs and other animals one finds in the country.  But one can almost smell mountain air in the summer, looking out the windows and over the deck.

It was the combination, actually, which filled my thoughts... the illusion of living in another land while reading the promise of protection in life's stormy journey.  Thinking how lost one can feel in this world... as the demands of everyday living cause us to go through life in such a rush of doing rather than being... that we could look back and realize we have lost our way in the midst of all of it.

It is not only the rush of this life which can pull me off of Due North... but that which I wrote about earlier this week... the quest every human has for their idea of perfection.  At times a sign post shows up on the journey, one promising my greatest desires... flashy in letters of gold or masquerading in simple vintage style... but both placed by an enemy of my soul to distract me from that which is the real journey.

I sent up a prayer that I didn't get lost... that He keeps me going in the direction of Due North... the Word is my compass which points the way... the world pulls me into every direction but North. 

As I walk the journey on the way to the City whose Architect and Builder is God (think Hebrews 11)... I pray the distractions do not win over the real path.