Then it occurred to me that I was writing it in my head while I worked in the garden this weekend. As I rhythmically pulled at the weeds and picked the long, tender green beans, I was writing my story in my mind. I continued the writing in my mind while I slept last night. So vivid were the thoughts. And now those thoughts, those words that made many sentences that turned into a beautiful post that I just came to edit, are gone. Those words were never written down and are now only a distant memory.
Maybe those thoughts that became words, that made sentences, that filled an entire post were just too long-winded. I have a tendency to over-talk things. Maybe that post...this post...is suppose to be a little more simple. So here's the simple version.
This week I was overwhelmed with my responsibilities and while I worked in the garden I was filled with peace. This peace came as I realized that I have much to be thankful for. I thought about each of my responsibilities and turned it into a positive. The messy house, a roof over my head. A garden in dire need of weeding, a place in which to plant. Dinner to make, a family to feed and food in which to feed them with. Busy work days, a successful business which allows me to pay my bills. As I thought of these many blessings I thanked God for his provisions.
|Blueberries, prepped for the freezer and ready to make many smoothies!|
|Bread and Butter Pickles|
|Sauteed mushrooms for the freezer|
|Peppers, diced for the freezer|