Crossposted from my livejournal.
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It’s Tuesday, October 14, and although I continue to plan to write each day, it has not become the habit I hoped for yet. I suppose it’s better to not make it too regular, for me, lest I miss a day and then give up totally. I would like to get on a better schedule but it is all right.
Today I forgot to turn on my alarm and got Sarah to school right at 8 a.m. She’s going on a band trip today, to the OSSAA Marching Band competition in Elgin. Karlene and I are going too, but not until this afternoon. I think I should shower before we go and I’m also trying to clean the house some before Belinda comes home tomorrow for fall break. I am so happy she will be here for a few days! I want everything to be somewhat neat so it’s easy to cook her favorites and keep the house reasonably clean. I want her to really enjoy her long weekend!
I also have to get my newspaper stories done for Jayson this morning, and check to see what I sent him before and make sure everything is getting in there. I am not great about that. I need to find a way to keep track of that better.
Mom just got up an hour earlier than normal and made me feel her clothes to see if they’re wet. Then she grilled me on whether I’m going anywhere today and I lied and said I wasn’t, and she went back to bed. Now I’m angry. I’m tired of this never ending loop. I don’t want to be mad first thing in the morning. It makes the whole day less good. But I don’t know how to fix that. I read my Bible as soon as I got home from taking Sarah to school. I am trying to do better and be better. I also looked at my phone a little but I did read and think about what I was reading. I was sitting on the porch. It was somewhat nice but it still needs some work out there. Everything always needs work, doesn’t it?
So I read Psalm 1. This is what it says:
Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the wicked, nor stands in the way of sinners, nor sits in the seat of scoffers; but his delight is in the law of the LORD, and on his law he meditates day and night. He is like a tree planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither. In all that he does, he prospers. The wicked are not so, but are like chaff that the wind drives away. Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous; for the LORD knows the way of the righteous, but the way of the wicked will perish.
I read this through several times and I liked the idea of being like a tree planted by streams of water. That’s when I saw that it says the tree yields its fruit in its season. In its season. Like how in everything there is a season.
I feel like I am not yielding fruit very well right now. For a long time, I felt like I was on track and the Fruits of the Spirit were evident in my everyday life, without much effort on my part. I didn’t want to be proud of that, but I did feel like I could see that the fruits of love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control were very present in my life. I honestly delighted in it, running through each one in my mind and thinking about how somehow, God was creating all those things, effortlessly, in me. But now, I don’t feel it. I keep going through the motions but apparently the added stressors in my life have the ability to easily take me to a place where that fruit isn’t readily apparent. Oh, they are there sometimes, but recently, and increasingly, I have felt mad, angry, frustrated, impatient, mean, short-tempered, untrustworthy, harsh, and chaotic. I do not know how to stop being like that because I do not feel I will stop doing what is bringing these on. So that makes me feel trapped, which adds hopelessness to the situation.
Anyway. The part about in its season spoke to me this morning. A tree is considered fruitful when it produces fruit in its season. A season isn’t all the time.
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to tear, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.
This does not mean that I’m going to just throw my hands in the air and give up on having the Fruits of the Spirit at this time of my life. I believe that we are to want to please God, and living a life that way is pleasing to God. What I am not going to do is beat myself up or stress myself out just because I am struggling through a difficult situation. This is for a season. This is not forever. And if I am not producing the fruit I believe I should be producing while I am walking what basically feels like the valley of the shadow of death, that does not mean that I am a failure. God is with me, and his rod and staff comforts me.
I was not created to produce fruit all the time, without ceasing, 24/7, 365, for a lifetime. I will keep praying, keep reading, keep praising, keep singing through all of this, and when this season ends I will still be standing by that stream of water, ready to bear fruit for the King.
I pray that even the meager offerings I am producing during this season will be of some benefit for his kingdom, and that one day I will be able to be in that beautiful place again where I felt him in my every moment, and it showed in my life. Until then, I am thankful to be right where I am.
