LIVING ROOM MEMORIES  11 

(September 23, 2006)

My pastor gave a wonderful sermon on rest a few weeks ago. Today I’m trying to follow his/His advice. I’ve been very busy lately, overwhelmed by all that’s going on in my life. Today I need to let go and not feel like I need to be accomplishing something every minute of the day.

I’m listening to one of my favorite singers, Roger Whittaker. I love his fatherly voice and the messages that so many of his songs carry. It’s comforting to listen. And I will write here today, just emptying myself a bit, not trying to say anything terribly wise, not trying to play teacher, preacher, or mother, thingsI tend to do.

The sun is shining in and the house is warm. I have been puttering, trying to tidy things a bit. A person can clean up and be resting at the same time, can’t she? Sometimes it’s more stressful looking at the mess around you than it is to take action and clean it up.

Yesterday we had the second meeting of the group. Another small attendance, but that’s ok. The time was valuable to those of us who were there. I’m finding that some people who attend really yearn to have a place where they can talk about their faith and how it relates to their mood disorder. I know we are needed and I have faith that, with time, our attendance will go up. How many we have is not really important. Simply serving the people who ARE there is enough. And where two are gathered together… When I got home, there was a message from someone else who wanted to know how to get to our church. He may come next time.

This afternoon I will go for a walk with a friend, a dear person with whom I’ve never had a chance to connect one on one. I’m looking forward to it. She is a follower of Christ too, though we’ve never had an opportunity to talk about our faith together. She also struggles with things in life, though her problems are not related to moods.

Well, that’s enough for now. I’m finding this blogging wonderful, but addictive too. And I must begin spending more time on my book. If there are days I don’t write here, you will know that I’m writing somewhere else.

BTW, My book is inspired by Psalm 40. Can you relate?

He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire;
he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.
He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear and put their trust in the Lord.