Pivotal Moments

At the end of the day it's time to take stock.  To examine. To sort out the details, to search for the humor and yes, the pivotal moments of your day.  To find the meaning.  Some days, it's on a scale as grand as the horizon.  Some days it's a scramble to fill a thimble full.  Still we try.

We're at the part of the year where spring is upon us and winter still pokes at us.  We see the flowers starting to bloom, the tree's start to leaf out and yet the fields are still not ready for planting.  We want the warmth, we want the growth and we have to wait.  Waiting is not easy.

Many of us wait.  For direction, for answers, for growth.  We plant the seeds of faith and pray they blossom.  Would that our patience was as easy to deposit in as the bank.  Mine, not so much. No one will accuse me of excessive patience. It might not be evident, but it is true. I have to remember things are growing and changing even when I can't see them.

These things I know.  The sun rises and sets. If we're smart we pause to embrace the goodness, the beauty.

What are your moments? Time with friends, the antics of your pets, your faith walk, your passions, your family. Hold them close. And let go knowing....all is unfolding as it should be.

In Between

Ever feel like the "in between" parts of life last an eternity.  In between jobs, in between seasons, in between paychecks, in between holidays.  Stuck between what was and what is to come.  Stuck and discouraged.  We get that way.

In between can be fertile ground for faith, for hope and for dreams.  But sometimes we forget to dream, to imagine, to visualize, to pray.  Perhaps it is because waiting weighs heavy on our heart.

In dog terms, which pretty much rule my life, in between is the time that starts when the bathroom door shuts and drags in excruciating seconds until I open the door up again.  It is also the eternity, which lasts an eternity plus one day, from when I leave for work and return.  Or ten minutes, whichever comes first.

We've been waiting for spring and it's coming. I see it in the tulips pushing through the ground, the forsythia starting to show color, the cranes migrating.  I also see it in the farmers beginning to work their fields.  I bet they struggle with in between time as much as I do.

Maybe if I till, plant, fertilize and harvest more faith the in between's would be more comfortable. The days fly by even if the things we await come slowly.  It's life as we know it.  It is finding grace in the moments, the time between, and knowing good things are coming.