Poem

Miss Kate has provided the word path for us to work on this weekend. Seems apt for the week I’ve had, a week filled with questions and perpetual busyness.  Somethings have seemed a bit much and hard to work through than anticipated.  Good has been seen which is a saving grace.  Choices in the path ahead seem very relevant I am finding.  

The Path Ahead

The path ahead
is lightly marked,
the forest green,
the rocks large, brambles thick.
Can one find their way through?

The path ahead
is filled with
frustrations and worry,
a cat peeing on towels,
and vexation runs high.
Can one find their way through?

Distractions and worry,
troubles and heartache,
doom and gloom every
where one looks.
Can one find their way through?

Doom scrolling, tv shows,
critters to walk,
work to do, so many
things that need doing,
that distract from eternal thoughts.
Can one find their way through?

The path is narrow,
the road is wide,
so many choices and
patterns of living.
Can one see their way clear?

What guidance will one seek?
What roadmaps to follow?
Does the company kept matter?
Are internal promptings feelings
or something more godly?
What conversations should one have?

The way through matters!
Choices made have consequences
even if we can’t see them immediately.
Sometimes a race started doesn’t have
to be finished. BUT if the race you are
in, is the ultimate, important one, this
would be the one to complete.

What God has to say about the path ahead

Philippians 4:6-7: “Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” This scripture highlights the importance of prayer in decision-making and the peace that comes from trusting God.

My hubby likes to give me a hard time (not in a bad way) about how Five Minute Friday in this household often becomes Five Minute Sunday.  🙂  I told him “Perhaps” I’ll get it done on Friday!   And well, funnily enough, here it is Five Minute Sunday again…. He laughed, I laughed, and you know, life is good.  

Perhaps I’ll Get It Done

Perhaps I’ll get it done
this Friday, or the next day
could it be Saturday, or
pretty sure Sunday comes.
Sunday being a
quiet day to rest and relax
and take in some poetry while
chatting with hubby, it’s the way
the week runs you know? 🙂

Mayhap, a word much like perhaps,
is one I often use. Taking it’s origins
from “may” (as in maybe) and
“hap” (as in to happen). It’s got an
old-time flair and oft appeals to me.

Perhaps I’ll get it done,
those chores that await,
the bathrooms, the kitchen floor,
and the dishes a daily thing,
go figure that people gotta eat!
Then the bunnies, and the cats,
and the garden can’t be beat!

Mayhap, just perhaps,
time will stop a moment or two
helping me to get through
my position away from home, and
my working it out at home. Making
moments between moments to get it
all done. It goes along well.

Though sometimes, all those,
perhaps I’ll get it done… ,
Moments wear on a body a bit
and something breaks, just a
spell, and time away is needful.
Then suddenly vacation plans, chatty hubby,
and bunny hugs make the world better again.

And just perhaps
spending some needful time
with the one who created me. 
The one who created all that is around me,
the one who reminds me that
rest is a needful thing as well. 🙂

God Speaks

Exodus 20:8-11

⁸ Remember the sabbath day, to keep it holy.

⁹ Six days shalt thou labour, and do all thy work:

¹⁰ But the seventh day is the sabbath of the Lord thy God: in it thou shalt not do any work, thou, nor thy son, nor thy daughter, thy manservant, nor thy maidservant, nor thy cattle, nor thy stranger that is within thy gates:

¹¹ For in six days the Lord made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that in them is, and rested the seventh day: wherefore the Lord blessed the sabbath day, and hallowed it.

Matthew 11:28-30

 ²⁸ Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. ²⁹ Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. ³⁰ For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”

Miss Kate has chosen the word honour as the five minute Friday word of the week. Mind, she chose to use the American spelling of the word, but hey, I’m Canadian and just have to spell it correctly.  🙂  Yes, I can politely poke a little fun at our Southern neighbours eh?  It’s the Canadian way you know, and I am rather honour-bound to be the Canadian that I am.  🙂   

Honour-bound

Honour-bound I am
to be the Canadian that I am.
Polite, quick to apologize,
stalwart in the defense of my land,
Watcher of hockey, and of
(not) the wearing of a toque.

I’m honour-bound to say it,
a gardener I am. Not the greatest,
but I like to puddle around and
I just love watching plants grow
and seeing flowers bloom unexpectedly.

And I have to admit, that a rabbit-raiser
am I! Fervent on the topic, my sister said
“You can always talk rabbits”, and
it created within a grin. The garden helps
to feed the rabbits! *successfully I might add!*

Honour-bound I have to say, that
I’m really not that important,
but I seem to be loved by others
who disagree with that assessment.

A hubster that seems to like
spending time with me.
A son who tolerates me well
and chats much with him mama.
And a God above who promises to
love me forever and always minds me well.

Bound with Honour I need say that
despite the slow pace of the organist
at my uncle’s funeral today, this favourite
song of his, was a boon to my spirit.
In Christ Alone.

It’s good to have reminders
of God’s goodness and how much
he has done for us, which gives
a reason to hold him close
you know what I mean?

Closing questions

What would truth have you telling me about you today?  If you were honour-bound to share part of your life with me, what would be a first thing to share?   A love of your job?  A favourite pet?  The best hobby ever?  What kind of thing would strike your fancy?