Come to the Water

This morning I was led to continue working on my book.  It’s time, I was told, to stop procrastinating and get it done!  The day was perfect.  I had no plans and knew (thought) I could work on it uninterrupted for as long as it took.  Actually I did get quite a bit accomplished in the first 6 hours or so...then things started to happen....

A friend texted me and asked if she could come paint tomorrow.  I hesitated for only a moment as I mentally established the probable times my physical therapist, a friend who wanted to see me and my neighbors might arrive.  “Come.” I told her knowing it would probably be in the morning and not conflict with the others.  I couldn’t help smiling as I realized how full my day would be with people.

I am learning that any amount of planning on my part is usually a waste of time and energy.  Those who come are meant to come at the times they do come.  Hadn’t I just read in my book that I’d seen them coming from over the hill?  Hadn’t I told the new minister that “They are coming”?  And... as I’m writing this... I am reminded of the painting I did a few years ago titled, “Come to the Water”.

Yes, they are coming!  Not in droves but one or two at a time because here they find a place of love and peace... a place to laugh... a place to cry... a place to be heard... a place to paint... a place to simply be.  The water in this painting is a symbol of love.  Come!  Here you are loved.

Love, Joy and Peace to you!
Connie