Flowers in a window box in Dublin
Good Morning, God!
A Sabbath Day! Not one where everything is bright and shiny and READY — but one in which I am VERY THANKFUL for a Day of Rest. Thankful also that I am ready to receive Your Rest! Thankful that we even have lots of leftovers for dinner so that is easy, too.
Not to give myself a lot of credit, God. I can relax today because I am taking off Monday as a HOLIDAY. Although, maybe I should give myself some credit for not “going in to work”. I have my own house to “get in order”. And speaking of order, there are levels of order — I’d love to have flowers outside my house – as in this photo. I could too.
But, I don’t. Why? Partly it’s about making choices of how I spend my time and energy. Partly it’s because it is hard for me to uproot flowers that are past their prime. I have a fair number of pots of anthurium that have sailed way past raggedy. But, I look at them and see a new bloom working at emerging. How could I toss them?
Hmmm, too much RUTH! Clearly I need to love MYSELF more and my STUFF LESS! How odd, God! It feels ODD to come to You and ask for a drop more RUTHLESS in myself. Actually, as You just pointed out – RUTH refers to feeling compassion for the suffering of others – or remorse at one’s own shortcomings – NOT COMPASSION ABOUT DYING FLOWERS!
Shoot, God! If that isn’t a flagrant case of misapplying the perfectly lovely gift of compassion — there are people starving, homeless, jobless and drifting without purpose or meaning — and I’m feeling compassionate about raggedy flowers.
Sigh! I obviously need a better balance between appreciating and evaluating. I feel MUCH BETTER asking for THAT — I don’t really want to be ruthless.
Story teller,
A Moment with God 
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