Stop And Smell The Roses

As I was reading a blog written by Happy To Be Restored called What Day Is It Again And Where Am I I could not help but agree that generally the good times fly by but the rough times seem to last for an eternity.

However, I have discovered something. During the school year, I am in constant activity during the day. For the most part, unless it is a very difficult day, time seems to fly by. There is so much I need to accomplish and I have so many little hands reaching out to "pat" me as they call out my name to ask a question, tattle or just want to tell me something or give me a hug.

During break time, this all comes to a grinding halt... very abruptly. Yes, I talk about being sad when my summer comes to an end but the truth is, it did not fly by. I savored it. Why? Because I slowed down and "stopped to smell the roses".

We get so busy. We fly from one thing to the next thing. There is nothing wrong with being active and busy but I think sometimes we get so caught up in the busyness that we fail to notice anything else. That's a shame because there is so much else which should not be missed!

So, in the midst of this busy day today, take a deep long breath and turn to Jesus. Take His hand and go for a walk together in God's garden. Stop by the bubbling creek and listen to it sing. Take a long cool drink from it. Oh, and don't forget to stop and smell His beautiful roses.

Blessings!

K :princess:

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Kirk M @blessings2you ·

Hmmm, I think I just wrote a blog on this too. I perceive God is trying to get a point across this morning. Stopping to smell the roses, watch a sunrise or sunset or gaze at the Milky Way are all things God gives us so that we appreciate and love Him more and more.
Thanks,
B2Y

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Alison Stewart @kiwibird ·

I guess that the brain tumour surgery I had twelve months ago has been the best thing that could have happened in terms of taking time to 'smell the roses'. I have regained the awe I used to have in creation. My 'roses' can be: standing under a tree fern looking at the huge fronds; watching the grasshoppers in the long grass; staring out the kitchen window and seeing a hawk soaring overhead; or going outside on a pitch black night and staring into the southern sky and thinking 'My God made that'.


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