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Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Goodbye Wisconsin...

My brief blog hiatus is due to the fact that I left my computer charger in Wisconsin when I left last week. I am on the school computer in my apartment building at the moment.

I think I also left my heart in Wisconsin. It is snowing here in Chicago, which brings me some comfort, but then I have to walk to and fro as it falls on the concrete - not quite as serene as watching it fall into endless piles in my backyard. I do not even like cold weather very much, but I believe, more and more, that I couldn't live somewhere that did not have a white Christmas. Or any seasons, for that matter. God always reminds me of rest, death and new life with each season. Then again, we were all meant to live in a garden for eternity, so it is probably not normal to like cold weather, anyway.

This is all rather speculative and selfish, I may not determine where I live this summer, or in 20 years. And I know that I'll be content wherever I land. Let's just call them preferences. Dreams. Hopes.

Having dreams, when one believes in the will of God, is a little different than if one believes that Santa Claus brings us presents down a chimney, and karma determines when I get all the green lights. Not to say that we shouldn't dream, hope, believe - but underlying and at the heart of these is trust. Satisfaction in the goodness of God, our Creator and life source. He has the living water that I want. He IS every good thing.

So if I one day find myself singing Christmas carols and eating bikini clad gingerbread, and it also happens to be 70 and sunny, I guess I'll remember that Christmas isn't about me. Life isn't about me.

1 comments:

Donna Boucher said...

It's so good to bloom where you are planted. Finding beauty and being thankful no matter what your circumstances...that's a quiet and gentle spirit.

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