Waking is harder than usual.
Eyelids are heavier, your body temperature has risen and the cocoon in which you are wrapped is tight and difficult to break free.
You have no sense of time or place.
That’s what it seems has happened to me for the past 8 months, a nice long nap by a Still Creek.
But I have vivid dreams that float in my memory.
I can almost hear the rattle in the back of my SUV as I amble down the long back road to the ranch on which the school sits.
I can still see the mist as it floats over pockets of green grass, cattle grazing in fenced pastures. The sun, still rising, plays games with my visor as I slow to make the many curves and turns on the country drive.
“God’s home, no doubt,” is my every morning thought.
So I stretch and yawn and rub the sleep from my eyes. I wonder why this is so very hard to get started again.
To begin, again.
To write. To dream.
To express my heart with an ocean of words that I once felt rushing past me like the incoming tide.
This was my passion, after all.
This was my vision…
My website tells, “About Me,” as a visionary who quit her job teaching to become a writer.
“What became of her?”
“She hasn’t posted on her blog for months.”
“She hasn’t published or written anything.”
You see, I had this plan. Let me emphasize, “I” had this plan.
And then it was interrupted by God’s much better plan.
Where have I been?
…I’ve been down by a Still Creek. Some would say I’ve been teaching.
But actually, I’ve been learning a great deal from some amazing individuals whom I now call friends.
And I’m grateful that it was not just a dream.
You don’t know what will happen tomorrow.
What is life? You are a mist that is seen for a moment and then disappears.
Instead, you should say, “If the Lord wants us to, we will live and carry out our plans.”