Barren Land is defined as the following:
“incapable of producing offspring, seed, or fruit; sterile: a barren tree. 2. unable to support the growth of crops, etc; unproductive; bare: barren land. 3. lacking in stimulation or ideas; dull: a rather barren play.”
This picture I took at the lake where I walk reminded me of this verse. The lake ebbs and flows with abundance and lack of water from season to season. The water level again is down but it will rally. There is hope. This is life for all of us. We arrive with nothing to offer but cries and demands and we often exit the same way. Some go peacefully, so go kicking and screaming, but we all…go. Just like the water, and the leaves, we will bear fruit for a season or perhaps many seasons. There is not a human alive who does not produce which is part of the ultimate plan. What will our focus be? Shall we focus on the measurement of productivity or the delight in the process?
I look at the picture and somehow find it remarkable that even when the land is bare there is a faint and distant nudge toward the thought that somehow, someway the water will one day again flow. The crops will be abundant. The children will all be fed. The parched will thirst no more. And to that horizon we look in awe of abundance we all may access. May all who thirst drink deep of life and know the God of Israel will not forsake us.
I love my bike. I ride it every chance I get! I recently had a flat and took it in to get fixed. My plans have been to pick it up very soon. You see, I could learn to fix the flat on the road bike, but if I did that I would not have the pleasure of being a patron to the greatest little bike shop ever! The gentleman in the bike shop has run this business I think all his life. He is a pleasure to talk to. Very patient and kindhearted. He loves his vintage bikes that he keeps in the store. There is a museum quality to this establishment. He has a “penny farthing” chained to the light pole out on the sidewalk during the day. That is the name of the large front wheeled bikes of long ago. So much to look at and experience when I walk in. Each bike has a story, a history. I find my mind wondering where each bike has been and where it will go if ever a real girl or boy will come and buy it.
One day a lady older than I came in and had the owner tweak the brakes to her new three-wheeler. It was a dandy! All decked out with a basket even, and a great teal color with a long flag in back. Now, she was a talker. The store owner is not. You could tell they were friends though. He was patient and she was so proud to be the owner of her trike. I could not help but include myself in the conversation and make over her new wheels. I even went outside to see it up close. She went on her way, and I went back in to pay for my ‘old giant!’ as the store owner so kindly called my fixer upper. I paid a bit to get it repaired so when this son gets home in a few months from working abroad, we can ride. We bought it from this great gentleman a few years back as a bike this son could ride at college without fear of it being stolen. (Sidenote: Our family has had 4 bikes stolen from the same college.) This big old thing has made it through unscathed. It’s big. It’s ugly green. And it is heavy!
I’ve said all that to say this. Aren’t our lives like the bikes we ride. They have known many days in the garage patiently waiting. They have known days broken apart. They have known love and affection. They have known having the air knocked out of them. They have known and experienced struggle from going up hill. But, ultimately they have known the exhilaration of flying downhill and the freedom to roam. They have also experienced the patient, gentle experienced hands of the fix-it shop owner.
Get the bike out. Fix it up and ride. “Let the good times roll.”
It’s the best part of life!
This happens to be my favorite movie, but for the purpose of this blog there has come a time to make “The Switch” to more blog posts. And more posts have to be about life. Novel idea don’t you think? I thought the blog phase would go by the wayside, but it is such a great tool. This is a time to encourage all people in their walk. What better way than to celebrate it with pictures and video and the written word. My words, the things that inspire me. Thanks to Elizabeth Gilbert for the inspirational pic for today. The sources I post here pick me up, and I hope they will do the same for you too. Happy St. Patty’s day! Are you wearing your green today? I am!
It’s such a wonderful time ! Late at night flying home from Denver. The plane is not crowded. So much room. So much laughter! Everyone is relaxed as we head home! The crew has jokes and the atmosphere is light hearted! What a beautiful end to a wonderful trip!
I Walked and Talked with my extended family including nephews and my sister. We walked the dog and played a lot of “chuck-it!” We hiked and swam. Took a tour of Bass Pro Shop. 11 and 12 year olds who have never been before were bug eyed and so excited to see the wonder of the possibilities from outdoor equipment! And who knew Buffalo Wild Wings with world soccer playing on 30’something flat screens would have mini iPads on which to game as well!
We sewed up an OKC Kevin Durant Thunder T-shirt so the slender fellow could wear it! Hemmed pants and stitched up rips in the throw pillows. All the while talking about life! Important days these are! Passing along good tidings all the while feeling blessed to know contentment is just a thought away! Change our thinking and we change our life! Change our life and we encourage others to think positive. Find the good. Focus on what CAN be done. Serve others. Treat people as we want to be treated! Find humor in life and in ourselves. And live passionately and from creativity!
Now is as good a time as ever to Walk & Talk! Where ever we are! Whenever we can! At work, at home, on vacation, while traveling it is always a good idea. People are inspired and healing takes place!
I am coming down from being up in the air, but the time invested was a blessing for all!