By Doug Creamer
A Breath of Fresh Air
When I went off to college in the Shenandoah Valley many years ago, my parents helped me move in. They stayed overnight, and one thing we all noticed was the temperature really dropped that night and the next morning was quite cool. I remember putting on some jeans. It was August and I wanted a pair of jeans. That didn’t happen on the coast where I grew up. There were some warm nights later on, but that particular morning was cool, much like we are experiencing right now.
I am used to the dog days of August that are unbearably hot and humid. The end of this August and the first week of September are a welcome change. I have been enjoying eating my lunch and reading on the front porch. I know this is not the perfect weather for those going to the beach, but for those of us who are home, it’s wonderful!
I spent Labor Day weekend catching up on some sleep and working on some chores. I pulled several wheelbarrows full of weeds. I was able to mulch some garden beds and they look great. The plans for a fall harvest were messed up. The beans and peas were looking great until the deer wiped out everything in one night. I replanted, but am not confident I will get a harvest due to the late date.
While I am really enjoying the cool days, I am not fond of the thought that fall is on the way. I have noticed that the days are getting shorter. I worked outside until after eight and it was quite dim before I got inside. I have also noticed that I am getting up in the dark. While the cooler weather is welcome, I am not quite ready for the full onset of fall.
There are a number of fall chores that I want to get done this year. For example, my raspberry bed needs to be cleaned out, fresh soil brought in, and new plants put out. I love my raspberries and have missed them the last couple of years.
While I need to pull weeds in the natural, there are some things that probably need attention in my spiritual life, too. Have you ever spent more time thinking than praying during your quiet time? Have you ever been worried about a conversation that needed to take place and practiced it instead of praying about it? Have you ever sat down to read some scripture and you read it but your mind was far away thinking about something else? Have you ever missed quiet time with God?
I went for a walk the other day and I was part way through my walk before I realized He was walking with me. I have been so distracted by all that has been going on in my life that I haven’t noticed that He’s been with me. One thing I have noticed is that my heart and mind have been encased with His peace. For that I must thank all those who have been keeping me and my family in your prayers, because it is unusual for me to be walking in this kind of peace.
I look around my spiritual garden and see it needs attention. I feel this abundant grace that God understands and He is filled with compassion and love. He has sent friends who will share their stories and listen patiently to mine. Friends have stood with me and held me up. Spiritually I feel that I have been granted a breath of fresh air. A moment to rest. A moment to catch my breath. A moment to realize that life has changed and it will be okay. A moment to receive from others when I would much prefer to be the giver. A moment to see a new and different future. A moment to see God in a new way and know we are going on a new journey.
If you feel life has been moving too fast or you have been overwhelmed by some circumstances, then I want to encourage you to stop and take a deep breath. Pull out of the fast lane and breath. Sometimes we need perspective and to know that God is not in a hurry. He is there and been there all the time. He is waiting for you to take your eyes off the craziness of your life and to put them on Him. He knows the way. He is the peace you need. He provides the joy that will ease your tension. It requires you to slow down, breath, and turn your eyes upon Him. It’s like…a breath of fresh air.
Contact Doug Creamer at PO Box 777, Faith, NC 28041or doug@dougcreamer.com
