So many days have passed since my last blog entry, I’ve needed desperately to begin again. Words… too many words unwritten.
I stumble, unfocused. It’s fun to live free and easy, but the burden of being unprepared fetters these pretty wings.
Focus is my Mecca. I sort of fall into it here and there, and it gives me flight; and then I lose it and wander aimlessly. This seems so scattered, even writing it. I know I’m not alone in the wandering, though. I feel like our culture lends itself to a drastic lack of focus. Every mode of entertainment is fast moving, if not only in duration. The art of focus is lost on a generation gone by.
I’m reading “Little House in the Big Woods” to my littles and finding myself yearning for a little house in the middle of trees for miles. There is something comforting about having a plan to survive the winter and working hard to achieve it. I kept drifting from the words on the page to my own kitchen, dreaming of ways to simplify, plan ahead, be engaged in saving, conserving, and living on less.
Check these guys out.
Since setting this Ant Farm up a few days ago, I’m completely fascinated by them. I watch them and think about the Proverb that says, “Consider the ants…” They haven’t stopped working since they arrived in our house. They all have a job, and they are busting their tails to do it and do it well! I’ve got to be diligent in my pursuits of the things that matter in this life, just like these guys, even if only for the integrity of hard work.
Only one life, ’twill soon be past. Only what’s done for Christ will last.