My Focus has Changed It’s Time to Leave

It’s time for me to let go of some things. It’s time for me to start new things. It’s even a time of change in relationships.

In the last few months, I’ve felt I needed to leave my Morning Devotion Group. This group meets every weekday morning for 30 minutes of listening to a reading by one of the participants, and allowing each person to share how the reading affects their own life. We end with prayers for others, and words of gratitude.

I never thought I’d leave this group. It started just weeks before Covid 19 started. I was new to the church. Our pastor was new too, coming just months before me. He, fortunately for us, has technical gifts as well as gifts of ministry and music. We started with him alone in church with his computer and us struggling to meet with him. We evolved into meeting by zoom usually with 12-20 people. We listened and processed a lot of life; grief and joy. It sustained me. It fed me. It helped my healing process. It helped me to know others. It brought laughs!

Two years ago, I learned about a group called Soul Writers Circle. I was drawn to it but not ready. I asked to be put on their waiting list. When I was reminded in June of its openings, I knew immediately, I was ready. I joined the group which includes mindfulness and writing. Mindfulness is definitely part of my life. Sometimes I’ve been frustrated with myself being so integrated with God, with soul, with Jesus, with listening, with healing. BUT that is who I am; hard wired for God, someone once said to me. Yes, again, I accept myself as God accepts me.

Thus, I let go of the Morning Devotion Group. It feels right.

I joined the Soul Writers Circle. From here on, again, I listen to my priorities and decide whether I will say “yes” or “no” to other opportunities in addition to this commitment. My time, energy and resources are paramount in these decisions. I’m excited.

This change means changes in personal relationships too. At first this is unsettling; however, I know all will be well (as Julian of Norwich says.)

Now, how does all this fit my piece of art, asking myself; what does my life look like?

In the painting I see an abode that looks well-worn, even with cracks and dark splotches. I also see many pots of flowers blooming. I think the pots of flowers represent my relationships and my interests. They’re definitely alive. I gladly tend all of them with life-giving water and soil. A little manure will always come in life, which fosters growth; not always appreciated at first.

The Almighty provides sunshine, rain, and my energy to give and receive.

 

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