Janet

Janet

What To Do

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I’ve been trying to write a happy Monday for three days.

It’s not that I don’t have things in my heart to say. I do. I have jotted them down all week and I have a list of at least ten that will one day find their way out of my heart and onto my paper.

But not this Monday.

The problem is that the past month there have been a number of, well, heart aches, some people I love are hurting, and it was this Monday that they just flat weighed me down. The images of beautiful things I want to get into words on paper…I don’t have the gumption to do them. I couldn’t see them for the bad things that seemed to have been part of most of the days this past month.

So I took a drive today, a rather long one, because quite often, when I get out in the open, things move into the right perspective.

I guess you might say it’s a time when I can hear God’s voice without much interference.

As I drove today, the sky was grainy and overcast and a light rain hit my window. Out on the broad plains of nearby Central Texas, the leaves were turning, their yellow and gold and majenta void of shadow, colored flat against the clouded sun.

We need this rain, more of it than is falling, but I’d be a fool to complain.

Cattle dot most of the fields I pass by, nubbbing at the very little grass left in their late fall field. Everything is lot fed now, with bales of hay that store enough protein to keep them burping and pooping, all natural