Being Intentional

So my therapist (yes, I see a therapist) told me yesterday I needed to be intentional about things I want to do and not just the things I have to do.

“Take obligation out of the picture and have fun. Even if it’s sitting and recognizing the fact you don’t want to do (whatever it is) and just do it, which includes writing,” she said.

So yesterday I did that. I sanded planks all day, stained a few, primed a few, and painted a few. I did only a few things out of obligations/necessity (because after all feeding your children IS a necessity, right?!). I took breaks when I needed to take breaks and spent the day just . . . “being.” This morning I walked in to the shed . . . I mean, “woman cave,” and the smell of fresh sawdust was refreshing to the point of satisfaction. I arranged the work I had started on yesterday and began my day reading outside.

woman cave close up

With Gibbs.

And a muddy ball.

I don’t like the fact I am not working right now, but I can honestly say between dealing with the back injuries, fibro, low vitamin D levels, and low thyroid levels (which just adds to the battle of depression) that I am very thankful I have this time to get well.

While I was outside reading this morning, my attention went to a squelching hawk flying just over my neighbors house. He was massive! He flew so low I could see the prey he had grasped in his talons. He then circled around over my house and in to a neighboring oak. Once again, the Lord sends a visual of His provisions through the birds of the air . . .

“Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?” Matthew 6:26

Many times I have read that and my first thoughts were paying the bills, buying groceries, or supplying needs for the family . . . . and while those needs are still a day to day life for all of us, and quite honestly at times a burden, this morning, it was the sweetest whisper as the need for His presence was provided. Nothing more. Nothing. less. A nugget . . . a touch from heaven.

So today, on day two of being intentional about doing something I like to do but have stuffed, I have written my thoughts . . . shared my hopes, burdens, and nuggets of truths.

Be well.

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