The monotony can be maddening, the chaos debilitating. She gives and takes while fewer and fewer things add up.
Even though solitude seems so helpful, deep down she knows isolation is not the solution.
She needs to connect and recharge with her Heavenly Father, to commune with her Creator, and find kinship with the Author and Finisher of her faith.
So she grabs a spiral and a pen and she brings a thought to life, weaving words to warmly wear and share. Sure enough an insightful story fills a space that seemed empty an hour ago.
She gets a bowl and begins combining loosely related oddities, folding in flavors, rolling out possibilities, turning up the heat until savor takes shape. Soon enough she samples the nourishment that didn't exist an hour ago.
She straps on a gas-powered leaf blower, shoulders strong, arms steady, stepping out and aiming low. As if she has harnessed a hurricane, she pulls the trigger, waves her arm, and becomes the actual winds of change. Insecurities are silenced by the roar of progress, and truth is revealed. When all that has fallen away is thoroughly removed, there lies bright, soft beauty that was not even visible an hour ago.
She is gloriously tired but couldn't be more rested. She recognizes her reflection of His image. She realizes His powerful abilities and chooses to taste and see His goodness. She gratefully abides in this chapter of His story because in His presence she is refreshed.
And, once again, she knows that life is abundantly good.
