Someone asked - what is missing?

On fb this afternoon someone asked the question "what IS missing?" He engaged the thinking of many of us. I have found myself asking that question as well from time to time. The original ask er on fb said he was sitting in front of his fireplace and trying to relax. This is a person who is usually in another state every other day or making conference calls; just busy all the time. Busy body and busy mind.

It took some bold comments to help him realize the same things that I have just recently started to see... that thing that is missing... is nothing.

Nothing is missing. We get so busy and so crazy taking care of our families and trying to do a work for the Lord that when we finally slow down and take a minute, we suddenly think that something is missing because we actually have time to be BORED.

We are not comfortable with idle time and most of us think that it is a bad thing. While too much of it makes for a dangerous mind, not enough can produce danger as well.

We can overlook the sweet, small moments God gives us to rest and enjoy His peace and presence. We can miss out on the "be STILL and know" parts of the Bible.

If we are working on our relationship with God and everyone else in our lives; if we are being good stewards of our time, money, obligations, and faith... then there is nothing missing!

SAD

My husband and I keep making these trips to Northport. There is this chunk of land up there that is cozy with the Bay. We have wanted to get on some water forever and a day. I can't stop thinking about it. It is becoming this obsession to me. It is almost like I think if I can just get there than all the yuck I feel will melt away.

I get S.A.D. Seasonal Affects Disorder. Too much cold and snow and I am taking a head dive into the "depression" pool. Not enough sunshine and I am inventing new ideas that will make me "happy again." Northport is no better off than where we are right now. In fact, I would imagine they have even more of the lake effect snow. I would be even more melancholy there.

So what is it about "something new" or "something different" that makes me think the grass is greener somewhere else?

All of my "if only" sentences end up the same; just some thoughts I think for a while and then put away. The sun pops out for a day or two and suddenly I am alright with the world again and my place in it.

It is a strange thing... the mind.



If only I could figure mine out.